We talk
and the
stars listen.

I’ve found comfort in knowing
No matter where you are
The many miles between
We lie under the same stars

Sometimes I try to guess
which one you’d see
If you were looking up at them
Same as me

I look to the skies
When I’m lost and blue
Trying to find myself
But all I see is you

what do you see when you look to the stars
Do you see me, or just mercury and mars

she doesn't love you.
and he loves another.
so maybe for tonight.
we can fix eachother.

I stopped checking for monsters under the bed,
when I realized they were inside all of us instead

ＪＪｓｂｄｋｓｎｄｋｋｄｍｘｍｊｓｈＪｕｓｔｌｅｔｍｅｄｉｅｍｍｍｋｂｈｂｘｊｄｎｘｎｂｄｊｘｂｄｎｘｎｎｘｎｘｎＩｍｓｏｔｉｒｅ­ｄｏｆｔｈｉｓｎｓｊｓ ｎｋｋｓｂｄｎｄｎｂｄｔｈｅｓｅ ｔｅａｒｓ ｗｏｎｔｓｔｏｐｊｄｊｄｎｎ ｚｎｊｓｎｎｄｕｄｎｄｋｄｋｎｆｋｄｍｓｓｎｆｎｊｄｎｄｎｎｄｂｄｂｄｂｄｎＷｈｙｔｈｅｐａｉｎｓｔｉｌｌｌｉｖｅｓｉｎ ｍｙｈｅａｒｔｊｊｘｎｘｊｘｊｄｎ ｍｙｋｄｊｄｖｊｓｎｄｊｃｊｎｄｎｄｎｃｎｘｋｘｎｋｘｎｄｋｄｋｊｄｎｓｋｘｈｊｓｈｄｊｄｄｎｄｅＩｍｓｏｆｕｃｋｉｎｇｔｉｒｅｄ­ｍｓｎｎｄｋｓｎｘｏｎｓｈｘｉｄｎｋｘｎｄｊｓｊｄｂｊｄｋｓｌｍｓｎｄｊｊｄｂｄｉｓｂｄｊｊｄｋｓｎｄｊｄｈｂｓｎｄｎｎｄｊｄｊｄ­ｎｄｎｄ


Ｙｏｕｌｌｎｅｖｅｒｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ ｍｅ

You asked for sincerity.
So allow me to be sincere.
When I say that I've loved.
To end up broken because of it.
Because love isn't free.
You have to pay for your happiness.
Put in what you get out.
So I gave it my all.
My entire life savings.
Which wasn't a lot to the world.
But was the world to me.
Just to find out that it wasn't enough.
Leaving me here.
On the corner of the earth.
Without a penny for my thoughts.
Learning too late.
That my good heart.
Was better than my riches.
Leaving me here.
With multiple clothes.
But the same battered heart.
That hasn't been refreshed in years.
With a scent you would call bittersweet.
Leaving me here.
Desperate.
Asking you to stay.
Because you were forewarned.
That I don't have a lot left.
So I'm giving you everything.
Fighting this time.
For love.
Your love.
Instead of paying for its mistakes.
I'll do what I have to.
Even if that means I have to hurt.
To make us last.

As I lie here
With eyes closed softly
I think deeply of you
And I inhale stars
The scent of twinkling light
So fresh and alive
Sparkling gentle inside me
And I want to write this feeling
So tentatively
As it must be
Like writing words on bubbles
Delicate and precious
Begging them not to disappear
Like dreams in the morning

                                        By Phil Roberts