You say you want me
But you don't come and take me
You say you need me
But you don't lean on me
You say you love me
But when did you last tell me
At the crossroads we divide
Everyday you run and hide
Together we are , yet alone I feel
The warmth we had has turned to cold steel
My heart aches as your heart takes
Another shot at my insecurity
This cant be the beginning of the end for you and me
Unseen is my plight
I seem to just fall short of your sight

In the high sky
Where the air is weak
And full of strangers
Nothing lives for long
Only gypsy-footed drifters
Come here on their way
To who knows where

And this place can only be reached
Without anchor or rudder
Nor even a moral compass
Riding on clouds of smoke
And it's such a long way down
Through falling-about laughter
And blood in the gutter
To the hungry crushing ground

                                              By Phil Roberts

Some words are life changing,
And once you say them
You can never take them back
So think before you say something hurtful
Or something that will not only change your life
But the lives of people you love
Sometimes
You're decisions don't only effect you
But all those around you
So think

I doubt it will be a game changer
such originality no one else thinks this way
but its good the white horses are back riding the sea
after being stabled for so long
the flat calm mill pond could not last
that glassy mirror full of sedate shining stars
I guess with a change of weather comes a changing of minds
When the harvest is in men traditionally go to war
too much time on their hands some say
and an unquenchable thirst to go ride the waves.

You say my words are too deep
But only because yours were too shallow to make me float

The first time we ever spoke,
I thought you were annoying.

I asked you what your favourite colour was.
You said
"White, because when thinking in terms of the light spectrum, it is the combination of all the colours. When you look at a white light, you are actually looking at colours that human eyes can't even process. You are looking right at them, and you can't see them, but they are still there."

I thought that was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.

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I was sent to a white palace when I found out what happened to you.
I searched for you in every windowless room.

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Our romance was a
flash flood in the middle of a drought,
quenching my parched soil,
and then drowning all forms of life for miles around,
but it was over far too soon
and left me ravaged,
yet thirsty for more.

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I took my new husband-to-be to the place where you and I met.
He didn't leave my side the entire time
and we listened to the music echoing around the mountains
while he said beautiful things that I would have died to hear you say
and he kissed me in front of everyone,
just like I used to dream that you would,
but you never did.



I realize now that you weren't my soul mate,
but believe me when I say that
I did love you.

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I still don't know what to think when I look back on it.
My open and paranoid mind
can never draw definite conclusions
as to what truly happened.
Reality is subjective.

All I know is that this world is much more quiet than it used to be without your constant chatter that I thought was annoying when we first met,
and the only closure I will ever get
is accepting that part of who I once was died with you,
but an even larger part of who you were lives on within me.

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My favourite colour is white now.

I have loved you.

Though I thought you were different
                              You betrayed my trust
And with every passing shower
                        My heart will collect rust.