Sydney Adams Phillips

Sydney Adams Phillips Jan 2011

I feel an emptinesss in me.
And I miss the place where your hand used to be.
Intertwined with mine.
But you've crossed the line.
To the other side.
My love for you I cannot hide.
Someone has taken over your mind and soul.
Now I am left with that hole,
In my heart.
I loved you from the start.
But you're not acting like you should.
Save you, I wish I could.
I can't deny that i'll always love you.
I have loved very few.
Because the whole time, I was still loving you.
But now, I've realized you're wrong.
After I've loved you for so long.
I finally see,
What you truly have become to be.

Sydney Adams Phillips Jan 2011

That's what we are.

Noone can love you more than me.
My love, I express in words, you see?
Every words that passes my lips makes me think of you.
And how our love is pure and true.
You can't see the stars.
Because that's what we are.
We are those shining lights.
In the sky of night.
Forever.

Sydney Adams Phillips Jan 2011

A dream in reality.

You and I are a pair.
Many believe it's not fair.
This connection we have cannot break.
And our love we cannot fake.
Everynight you ask me if I see stars.
I always see those stars you speak of.
I see them whenever my eyes meet yours.
Captivating my heart from shore to shore.
Waves of lovers tears,
that's what I fear.
Will happen to us.
I have never felt this lust.
The taste of your lips.
Your hands on my hips.
Feels too real.
But, this love, I feel.
Is a dream, in reality.

Sydney Adams Phillips Jan 2011

I wish there was a sun in me to break through my mind.

I watch the water on the glass.
And wonder how long this will last.
The clouds sheading tears.
When will they realize their fears?
Are just a premonition.
I've been in that position.
Droplets stream down the window panes.
I can't help but feel the same.
Perhaps the clouds lost someone they love.
Someone we can't see, someone above.
That's why I shead these tears I cry.
I hate to say goodbye.
BUt the clouds tears only last til they move on.
While, mine, I feel will never be gone.
I wish there was a sun in me to break through my mind.
Like the one who is the clouds' one and only bind.

Sydney Adams Phillips Jan 2011

What was I born to be?

I turn and stare into a mirror.
My reflection is never clear.
Because when I look into that frame,
The room behind me looks the same.

No prescence of my face within its glass.
Never once, have I seen myself, this will never pass.
I wonder what I have done,
To deserve this punishment.

Am I even alive?
Or am I a ghost?
Never to speak to the one I love the most.

I stare down at my fingers.
Searching for a transparency that lingers.
But I see nothing.
Am I even something?

Perhaps a speck of dust,
Full of lust,
Never to let any of it free.
What was I born to be?
I feel as if, everyone knows but, me.

Sydney Adams Phillips Jan 2011

With My Last Breath.

You molded my heart, into your hand.
And you shall hold it forever.
And when I take my last stand.
I want my last words to be clever.

I want you to be by my side.
As I embark into the dark.
When we first met, our hearts collided.
And you have left your mark.

I can't live without you.
So with my last breath.
I'll tell you how much my love is true.

I wish I would have told you from the start.
How you had taken ahold of my heart.
Never to release.

But when it's my time, to embark.
To that house in the sky,
With my dying breath,
I'll beg you,
To follow me, into the dark.

Sydney Adams Phillips Jan 2011

The Doctor.

Love, is like a clock.
My first love ended with four knocks.
His soul transfers.
Yet, he still knows all the answers.
He saves me time after time.
His blue box is a sign.
Though you don't know if it's true.
You, may have just seen Doctor Who.
Ignorant you are to make fun of his bowtie.
All his tales are true, never lies.
Everyone wants to know what he used to be.
But all he replies is follow me.
Through the vortex, time passes fast.
And this journey to the end of my life, will always last.
The Doctor, never excepts a word in return.
With every trip, the more I learn.
The galaxy is unknown to me and you.
But is explored by Doctor Who.
Protecting our world and lands a far.
The Doctor is my wish from a shooting star.
You can see him, if you just think.
And remember, just not to blink.
Angels, lurk behind turned backs.
Their hands, covering their faces, ashamed of what they lack.
Creatures from all across the land.
I see double, standing side by side on the sand.
Monsters are real he says...
As he puts on his fez.
The padorica has been unlocked.
And then closed and stopped.
The Doctor, the protecter of galaxies.
Is the only person I wish to see.
On my doorstep in the middle of the night.
To travel through time, and save the light.