Birthday

September 23, 2010

Present for my friend for her birthday, she lost the feeling that a birthday should be a special occasion so I decided to try to make her feel special. Currently untitled, don’t think it needs one.

she felt the same as all the others,
an ordinary girl coming home tired
of all the mundanity in her world.

the same places every day,
the same faces every day,
even now it feels all the same.

the days seem so alike;
as repetitive as a leaky tap
dripping her life away-

it’s cliched to say that
i know how you feel,
but each of your days is news to me:
as different as can be.

it may not be much to you,
but your words are a window
to a world in which i wish to belong;
a palette to my tapestry,
you paint my life
with colours that can’t be seen.

each conversation is a celebration
of what your life has become,
and i yearn to be a part of that.
you speak sunshine into monochrome
and i am glad for you
when you are another year more magnificent.

it’s hard to see reflections
through clear glass;
it’s hard to see yourself
when you focus on the world.

you should know that your life is
beautiful not mundane,
different and not the same.
i only wished you could see
the same as me
and hold yourself in a better light.

she felt the same as all the others,
an ordinary girl coming home tired
of all the mundanity in her world.

the same places every day,
the same faces every day,
even now it feels all the same.

the days seem so alike;
as repetitive as a leaky tap
dripping her life away-

it’s cliched to say that
i know how you feel,
but each of your days is news to me:
as different as can be.

it may not be much to you,
but your words are a window
to a world in which i wish to belong;
a palette to my tapestry,
you paint my life
with colours that can’t be seen.

each conversation is a celebration
of what your life has become,
and i yearn to be a part of that.
you speak sunshine into monochrome
and i am glad for you
when you are another year more magnificent.

it’s hard to see reflections
through clear glass;
it’s hard to see yourself
when you focus on the world.

you should know that your life is
beautiful not mundane,
different and not the same.
i only wished you could see
the same as me
and hold yourself in a better light.

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