Her touch is as cold
as the snow on statues

I wait in my dark suit
like a suitor in the shadows

cast in the courtyard of the dead
alone in the middle of the night

she shows her folded hands
holding the Ace of sorrows

black like the flowers
I bring her tonight

beneath a silent moon
gathered like dust on my boots

late in the afternoon
as I walked along the low road

to call on her
in the garden of stones.

On cloudless moonlit nights
When the world is silver and darkest blue
And silence seems to reign supreme
If you stretch your hearing inwards
You will hear the distant moans
Of long lost lonely dreams
Homeless and obsolete
Fading away
To become endless shadows

                                           By Phil Roberts

My heart still beats
Even though the pain is crushing it
It's​ extruciatingly painful to repeat
I don't want to feel this

You left me heart broken
And torn to pieces
With words unspoken
I let you leave

It was a mistake on my part
I shouldn't have done that
You had my heart
Yet i didn't have yours

Now I'm silently weeping
Hoping you'll change your mind
The boundaries, I'm overleaping
But i can't help but miss you