You
you who
you who can read
inbetween the lines
will probably drive yourself crazy
discovering coincidental patterns.

You don't know love till you've felt the pain
You don't know love till you've felt the pleasure
You don't know love till you're running down streets to find your love
You don't know love till you're begging for a second chance
You don't know love till you've met someone like me
You don't know love till it's gone
You don't know love till it tears your heart apart
You don't know love till it has chilled you to the bone

You who have made one false accusation on me
You who have blamed it all on me
You who refuses to see
You who refuses to know what's in me
You who refuses to understand
You who refuses to know.

I now see.
I now know.
Everything has changed.
You don't know me & I don't know you
** You don't know love

I felt  something
Some thing
         staring at me
                         Yeah
                  a thing
not someone
       I glimpsed out the corner of my eye
      and shocked myself
                 when
HE  came  in to view;
          He quickly glared at me
              and
             in that moment  
time stopped still.

                  Dark & beautiful  
         Death
                stood at my door
    it was at 2:48 am
                    ( I've never felt more wanted )

She cries tears of mother's ruin
"Look at me!
It's been so hard
All of my life
And I've had to fight
For my own patch of light
Still, no-one ever looks at me"

He turns his eyes to the floor
Saying nothing
Feeling stupid
And his words burst like bubbles in his mouth
He is desperate to say something
Anything to make her happy
But he cannot turn disappointment
Back into youthful optimism
Or bitterness back to hope
As she sinks into smeary sobs
Wet and bleary loss
He takes her home

He undresses her and puts her to bed
Then he holds her as she cries
And he holds her as she sleeps
He hushes her when she stirs
And calms her when she starts and cries out
When the dreams become too real
And he shall never be more than this
Never more fulfilled
Caring for her is his only purpose
Making her happy is his holy grail
Willingly trapped within her pain
He is nothing else at all

                               By Phil Roberts

i sleep with the lights on
not because i am afraid of the dark
but because
what lingers in the dark
is afraid of the light

I'm not delusional.
I'm insane.
I have amnesia,
or is that my name?
I must have caught
the crazy reason train,
or it could be my loco motive brain.