Her hysteria
Was a story teller.
             And Her Lover.
                    Was the Typewriter

She wiped her life
From the surface and endings
As she watched him
Start a new chapter
A new life
With her.

I've owned up
To my Unfading Scars
The ones that didn't forget
Your touch.

We made a vow, you and I
In the sight of no-one
Other than our souls
Where the truth dwells
And awaits us

Miles apart within these isles
With hearts keeping time
Living within each other
Without touching
We wait
Until our time arrives

                                By Phil Roberts

Stuck in between.....
Do I call him
Do I not
Do I talk To my dad like any daughters would
Do I stay away and not let my mother words down
Shall I not take sides
When all along I was stuck in between
My happiness
And this hideous Un-forgetable scar
That's haunting me
Constantly
Stuck inbetween my fathers love
And my mothers wounded heart.

there will only be two things that will happen to you:

either you end up in my poems of heartbreak, remorse, and sadness,
or,
you end up beside me with my hand in yours.