My journey

I've been given a lifeline of hope. I was once slipping down this slope. Life did grope my soul, a rope around my neck as the choke kept me at bay. I look up at the heavens through night and day.  My heart beats faster everytime she stays in my arms.  She brings about peace and makes me feel calm. I pray that love won't die and now I have tears of joy in my eyes. Wishing she wouldn't stop her love for me. I get brought down to my knees with portioms of her courtesy. I dominate her life and take control and by her side stand strong. I long to hold her tight during every fight. She knows me so well, and I do too. Understanding her without any clues. She was a mystery and remains unsolved. My heart gave her soul the call. She heeded with no remorse. I am lucky to have her and wouldn't want to lose her at any cost. I thank the Lord I wake up to her each day. I pray that we'd love eachother the same in everyway.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My beginning

The day goes by so slow I wish to hold you even more. As the nights fly by, I cherish every minute of you by my side. I glide to your arms and smell your skin, I love the fact that you are my favorite sin. I will always love you and keep you from the world. And my pride you are and will be. I have nothing but my love to give thee. Blessed am I to make you feel happy and see you smile. Waking up to you is something I love and thank God everymorning noon and night. You are but a child so adorning. I love you and I always will, I have a heart that couldn't be mended. And a stone soul that couldn't be bended. You made me complete and I am eternally grateful for all you do. I have never been loved and cared for so true. I will always hold on to you and not let you go. I have gotten rid of my ego. So I will never walk away. Instead my love grows for you each and everyday. I beg you to not leave me. As I have nothing left, I will be empty as you're the reflection of myself.  Your beautiful brown eyes, and sweet lips I kiss, the tender feeling of holding your body and the feeling of your fingertips.  I am happy I own your heart and glad you touch my soul.  I wish you'd not get fed up of me annoying you as time makes us grow old. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Not the man I used to be

The darkness lingers within my soul. I have no more pieces of me to hold. Cold is the shiver that runs up and down my spine. Alone I stand deserted by even the divine.  Like vines her memories creep in my mind, I seek so hard to have another like her to find. Blind is love that I didn't see my pride destroy what we had. Years have gone by yet the truth makes me seem like I'm mad. Happiness is something that is never found. Her name on my lips keeps my demons sound. They whimper and whisper to tell me of my past.  I walk the earth with the same old mask. Her embrace was my shield and now I'm naked. With all those years I didn't understand she faked it. I wish she would understand and know that I care.  I did love her till my heart ran bare,  I stare at the moonlight and count the stars. Remembering my mistakes as I witness the scars. 11 mistakes coz I loved her most, the others saw that and another did they want and chose. From coast to coast I traveled trying to find myself. Even the Holy Ghost looks at me and nods his head. I have no will as a broken man I stand..  I know that wasn't what I planned. One-day I will she her happy as can be. One-day she know I am not the man I used to be.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

I love you and I always will

The broken hearted know pain, her eyes so brown it can't hide the same. She smiles as she knows she can. Hiding what's deep in her heart, betrayal was never the plan. She can and will always survive. She says I'm okay and you know how to read those lies. The bond between two souls entwined, the chemistry so sublime. She finished her thoughts only to have him say it out loud. He couldn't argue with her and would shut his mouth. She'd seal his anger with a kiss, while tis her warm embrace he does miss. Her smile is a picture painted deep in his soul. The left side of her dimple would melt his heart so cold. She'd wake up every morning to breakfast in bed. He hold her close as on his chest would rest her head. He knew she was too good for a man like him filled with flaws. Yet, closer to him herself she did draw.  His name on her lips as she opens her eyes. He caught every tear she did cry. He isn't very proud of suffocating her heart and tearing her love from her soul away. He wishes and regrets the torment he lives with everyday. He prays for her happiness and longs for her by his side. He hides his emotions like a master in disguise.  His prize he has lost and possession of her love has slipped.  Her craves for her hand in his and desires her skin on his fingertips.  He grips on to a past for years now that she let go. This lovestory is written in the books of old. The smell of her skin lingers deep within. She was his immortal sin, yet he let's the world know of the heart he never did win. They avoid his mistakes and he makes them anew. Never again can he whisper in hear ears 'i love you'. And never again will she hold his face to tell him 'i do too and I always will'. All that remains is the shell of a man that once did love, with memories that suppress him like a drug.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The mask we wear

Her name stays on my lips all the days of my life. The dreams roll on of her every day and night. I fight so hard to not my emotions fall astray. I think of what things would be like if she and I were together in every possible way.  Her skin still remains stuck on my fingertips. Her hair by myside as her heart is what I wished to grip. I feel like a madman without her even after all these years.  I look back at our relationship with tears. Fear drives me into disarray, for her to hold I now crave. She has always been by myside. Since we walked away my soul has died. The pride I once had when I wanted to say 'I do' slipped away the moment I left you. The choices we made were never right. We'd always hold on to eachother after every fight. Death is a friend that never comes to visit. As I sit an remain reminiscent of the past. I know loving you was the biggest task. Now we both wear these masks to hide our sorrow and melt our pain. Things between us will never be the same.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Behind brown eyes

The storm sets pace in a soul that lays waste. Like a hurricane she brought about winds of care, like thunder she'd make me feel her presence and take me unawares. She is but worthy of love so true, lucky is the man who ever owned you. Her name still lingers on your lips and spills out everytime.  The touch of her skin is reminiscent on your mind. She is your favorite song which plays on repeat. You anxiously wait when you next get to meet. Her smile spread wide like a disease, you gaze upon her and will know how contagious it can be. You smell her hair, and hold her face in your hand. You kiss her forehead although that was never planned. The stars in the sky bring you more peace then you'd know. Her knowing she is safe in your arms makes her love grow. She will never let you go nor you shall her. But your demons create fear. Your obsession and posessiveness grew wild like a burning flame, she tried to calm the fire which can't be tamed. She then found another that took your place. Tears never rolled down as this man sits heartless upon the earth's face. No one knows what it's like to be a this bad man. No one looks at the sad man behind brown eyes. He conceals well the truth, he will never seek another as his heart belongs to you. You maybe gone and will never return. Unfortunately he always looks back and for you he yearns.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Wishes

She never got my time, I walk this road lonely and filled with grime. She waits anxiously for me to be there. I tried so hard to show I care. At her pictures I stare, I think of the clue, the fear of slowly losing you. The moments and memories of your beauty and smile fills my soul. I cherish hee in my heart as I grow old. She molds herself to comfort her fears, I wish I was there to catch her tears. I taste her skin on my lips as her touch lingers on my fingertips so dear. She is the reason I see the glint of hope. Her kisses are my favorite survival rope. Love is but a gift at times and a curse when not appreciated. She longs for me to watch her smile and into her eyes I stare.  She longs for me to love her unconditionally and care. I wish I could hold her I wish I could feel her breathe against my skin. I wish she knew she is my favorite sin. I wish see felt the way I do, the pain I feel not being able to see you, I wish you knew that your kiss lingers sweet. I wish you knew how much you mean to me. Tis this a story about love and absence does grow. I wish I could tell you how much it I'd I miss you so.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Get well soon!

I sit alone and contemplate how things were with me. You stood by darkest years and remained my shield. I am but fortunate to have a mother of two. One was taken to heaven and the other I pray you get well soon. I learned how to pray and kneel before the Lord so real. You taught me how to become a man of principles and kindness with my pride to seal. Your loving nature is so grand I am a man who thanks thee. An aunt to the world you are, but known as a mother, u remain to me. I know you have the strength within as my prayers follow you close. You will always remain my in my heart and I shall forever hold you dearest than most. I know you will recover quickly and this obstacle you will overcome. I may not be your blood and flesh but I am still your son. When Jesus died on the cross he told John ;son behold thy mother'. I know the meaning of the verse. You taught me always love and never ever curse. You explained examples with love and care. You made me feel better and were always their. My childhood wasn't very grand. But you are the one who stood like a mother holding her son's hand. The moments of joy you brought when we'd go shopping every Saturday morning in a market crowded with walking space of fews. The evening would be uncle Jimmy house, with his extra sweet lime juice. The prayers at night and the morning before my school. I now regret moving away and leaving you. I'm sorry I'm not there to help you while you are sick, I'm sorry to hear your voice so feeble as I now cry. I'm sorry not to be there to comfort and hug you to get to better from my side. My prayers are fervent and I know it's always true. Get well aunty Joyce I am praying and know that I love you.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Demonstration of love

Her soul entwined with mine as I watch the hands of time. The smell of her skin intoxicates me as if she's Divine. Like wine to my lips her name remains. Peace is upon me all the same. She knows not how bring about this change in her life. She often wonders is the feeling wrong or right. The fight we have are brutal as I won't accept my fault, she wouldn't let go of things big or small. It's worth it when I see her smile, and I know she wears the immature gile. Like a tile to cement she and stuck like glue. Time shall tell us if what we have is true. In this life I'm but meek, and redemption of my mistakes I seek. I stay strong like teak, yet feeble as she loves me and makes me weak. She is my remedy and drug. I am her comfort yet she can't call it love. I cannot believe how I let myself slip under love's spell. I now have tales of abundant love to tell. I smell her aroma and her persona sets me free.  Her hugs may comfort but always weakened my knees. Her face held gently between my hands leaves me in glee. I kiss her forehead to let her know how special she is to me. I can't call it destiny or fate of any kind. I may have displayed love but remained so blind. Fragile and frail we bind our heart's as one.  My voice put her to sleep preparing her for the day's rising sun. She looks at me with wonders as thunder fills the sky. We held eachother hands in the rain not worried about a place to dry. Her open locks of hair falls gently on her now covered face. I push them aside and smile because I get to once again gaze upon her beautiful face.  See love can be demonstrated in more ways than one, yet it lasts for many moons and many rising suns.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My glorious sin

She breaks my heart a million times. I love her and look back and smile. She sends these chills up and down my spine. I know that my soul says she's mine. The fine line between pain and suffering I cannot tell the difference with fear. I ache for her happiness and hold back all me tears. Years go by and people think I have another to my name. Yet, my lips speak of her taste and touch and will forever remain the same. I come undone and leave destroyed yet, my soul is overjoyed. For I count my blessings and groom my fears. As her heart draws me near. I am but lost yet she finds me understanding my soul. I have but only her to love and hold. The smell of her skin and the taste of her tongue. Are moments that make me feel young. She is my glorious sin. I am someone who can never be loved by her from within. Now she ponders, with clarity and pride. She would have lost me once my soul has died. She knows not the pain of holding my fate. She realizes now that for both of us it's too late. I am but a fool. Lost and found these are the rhymes of my soul being drowned. Love is special if nurtured and cared. Passion it's offspring, to admire and stare. Her beauty is extascy intoxicating your soul. These feelings will be cherished till you have her to hold.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The hands of time

Sometimes she steals my heart, and sometimes I see her cry. She gazes upon the stars at night and plainly asks why. She knows not how to deal with her worries. For she knows not I am there in a hurry. The care she gets I've never displayed to another. I am but a little bit of love and yet i shudder.  My weakness is so evident like a ship's falling rudder. She hasn't a clue of how precious her time is to me. She waits for my voice to make her fall asleep. I keep my pain hidden and the brokeness inside. Every piece of my broken heart loves her all the time. The moments of her smell in my head get me addicted to her soul. I wish for her heart felt joy. I have no regrets to hold at my coy. She has memories I wish to remove and give her new one's to cherish.  Yet I feel like my soul will one day indeed perish. She knows not how I feel even though everyday I take my time to explain. She knows not what it's like to love her all the same. Change comes in and moves away so clear. Death becomes my only fear. I have my tears and pain to endure. She is my drug, remedy and cure. I soar so high with her by my side the touch of her hand on my face is a feeling I can't replace. She was my favorite sin, she now lives within.  She has my heart and I am uncertain of the same. She knows my joy, and understands my pain. I gain from knowledge and lose from my past. I see through that pretty mask. Peace fills me and my soul is free I am but eternally Happy with thee. Glee in my heart and love in my mind I stop the hands of time.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My addiction

I sit back wonder the definition of love. I somehow feel that it's so special to imagine. The things you do can't be fathomed. Holding her hand and walking down the street gave me such pride. Making her feel special all the time, and every where I go. I look forward to moments with her to see her smile and her face glow. The stars in the sky don't glitter like her eyes. The dimple on her left side is my guide to tell me her happiness that gleams. I know her desires and feed her dreams. I smell her skin and perfume and breathe. She my drug and I don't regret, yes I am addicted not to her body I am. My addiction is to her soul, I have her to hold. This feeling of being connected can't be explained. She felt it too soon to have her lips hold my name. She took some time to think of the things that I could do. She makes me feel wanted. And yet I never have said the three words I wanted to. She has my heart to hold and yet I seek hers too. It always will belong to me as long as we say it's you. The choices we made were wrong and the conversations we did too. Now we look back and wonder was it worth the pain that grew. She hair feels like cotton and her body keeps me warm. I will breathe my last the day I see her harmed. She doesn't know what I my heart speaks yet knew me so well. She doesn't know the stories my heart longs to tell. She is precious and will always be. Forever is never enough for our eternity.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The Bond

His broken soul now feels no pain. On his lips remains her name. She so often remains surprised. How well he can read her by just looking into her eyes. She waits anxiously to hear his voice. Her heart melts by love and choice. Her past is forgotten and her future remains bleak. Tis her love he still seeks. Without her soul his own is lost and he becomes meek. She changes him to make him believe again, she is more than a friend and more than a lover at most. Yet he tries to get close like the Holy Ghost. Making her smile was his quest, he completes the journey to win her heart is his test. All these years he has reminds him of love. Never has he felt a woman's love so pure never will he ever feel anymore cured. He sits alone and wonders how did he fall out of grace so loud. She didn't say much and yet he knew, she reads his mind and his open soul so true.  His mentality is broken and his ego buried deep. Yet her heart he will win and keep. She sleeps to the sound of his voice and wakes to his presence so far yet near. She knows no longer will she cry alone but losing eachother is their biggest fear. The smell of her skin lingers on him till today, and the the feeling of her lips on his stays. He hugs her tight to let her know she does the same to never let him go. Perceptions created could be wrong, the connection they have is strong. She waits to to see him at dawn, that's what we call a bond.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My connection

There was a time he was lonely, and his  days went by with him only. He hoped to find her one-day, years went by and he gave up his chase. Till he saw her beautiful face, her smile could chase away his pain. Her black eyes turn brown just by the sound of his name. Like glitter of the stars her eyes light up with his thoughts. He could read her soul and stay entwined with her care. He loved the way she did her hair. He'd stare at her quietly and he loved the way she looked from the corner of her eyes. She has her secrets which she tries to hide. He has her heart and remains her guide. She's his refuge and he's her pride. This is a tale of how two broken souls survived. She holds his hand tight and feels his fingers on her cheek on the right. She melted the day he kissed her forehead to tell her goodnight. The rain pours down and yet held on tight. She knows what her heart desires and what she craves while they fight. He tries to prove why he's there and she shows him value and care. He asks for her heart and takes her soul. She gives herself to him freely for those shackles can't withhold.  He will never find another who makes him feel this tale to tell. Two broken souls who knew eachother so well.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My last breath

Happiness is a good thought yet achieved by a few. I learned so hard how to make that smile beautiful stick on her face like it was forever new. Like dew to grass everymorning.  My lips would find her forehead so adorning. That's when her open as the sun keeps dawning. Into my was her safest place, keeping close was my role and place. As she graced me with love each new day, I shuddered to think of the times I was away. An array of sorrow filled my heart and turned my life grey. She walked away and never came back. I wait and lose time's track. Years passed by and I think of you.  Love is an emotional state by which I've often been bruised. Confused I lay awake and painful is my state. Pretty isn't the word that can easily describe when she smiles. Beautiful is an understatement yet leaving me in denial. My soul on trial and her heart with care. I long for her beautiful brown eyes for me to once again look into and stare. I welcome death for its my cure, ever since she walked out the door.  if I breathe my last and if my soul shall fade. My love story finally ends with peace upon my grave.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The scars of love

I gaze upon the dark sky. As the stars glitter and yet I sigh. Her thoughts of laughter and her eyes of glee. Remind me that she was once mine. I held her tight till the sands of time upon the hour glass made its climb. Her name on my lips were my morning cry, as I admired her beauty when she slept through the night. Her shining brown locks covered her beautiful face, the frown between her eyebrows as my arms felt her body to embrace. The pout on her lip as the cold weather hit her skin. I'd tuck her covers and realize she was my childish sin. Young and stupid were we both that we did not relate to it being love. Looking back we regret how much we miss the presence of one another. Her standing and watching me cook her a meal. Or when we'd hold eachother and pray but just not kneel. She taught me how and what was love, I thought I already knew. I was ignorant and hadn't a clue. Due is her fingers in between mine. These are moments of a few so divine. I'd write her a letter everymorning before I go about my chores. She'd call me everymorning to hear my voice with an excuse of where did you leave the keys to the door. Peace has never been a friend to her mind when I'm not in sight or two steps behind. Her favorite song rings in my head like a bell. I'd sing her to sleep everynight and she knew that so well. I was the man she looked up all her life, she was the girl that loved me and made everything right. We'd fight for an hour and I apologize all night, my place was on the sofa during each fight. To my surprise I'd find her there too as the night gets colder she'd say 'I missed you'. See these are moments of love and now memories of pain. My demons haunting me of the mistakes leaving me insane. She was my favorite part of this story I tell. Now I burn with these scars I know so well. So cherish the present for you know not what the future holds. Treasure your woman for she is more precious than silver and gold. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Pieces of my broken heart loves thee

Her persona my prize, her beauty left my sins to hide. I cried the day I saw her wear his ring. No longer was she my favorite song to sing. With pride I had her hand to hold. Walking down the streets familiar and know. We had grown in a manner, that no one could explain. Her lips on mine silenced my name. This emotional state of mind left me maned, thoughts of her beauty left me delusional and nearer to my grave. Perfect never was enough to tell her what my eyes did behold. Now she's gone and the winds turn cold. The bold feeling of me turning old and having her no longer to hold. Her eyes my escape from all the pain, the memories haunt and drive me insane. The touch of her skin on mine gives into my sins for all to see. Peace is no longer a choice I have, love is not a gift to make me glad. I cannot fathom we no longer have a relationship of care. I look up to the sky and at the stars I stare. I wish this was dream I'd wake to see tis was a lie that the love of my love is not with me. Reality hits me and I clearly see my broken heart and every piece loves you and misses thee.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Love gets in the way

I come back to my shell, her memories give me hell. I rescue my thoughts as reality sinks deep within. She was my favorite part of my life and my ever indulging sin. I grin at the thoughts of letting her talk, listening to her voice as my world is rocked by her beauty so cold. The touch of her hand on my face gave me warmth of melting gold. I bite down my tongue to shudder her name upon my lips as I twitch on this road. I have her no longer as I wait and ponder, as in my arms I did her body mould. She was and is and will be embraced upon my soul, her lips on mine as I stop and stare as her eyes  sparkle as the stars in the sky. As she stays  startled with care. I'm no longer by her as my heart no lays bare. Kind were her words as she broke my heart and I walked away with a prayer. Love is a gift I'd happily return for the world's acceptance is unprepared. A million pieces like shattered glass lay waste of what I once called a heart scattered on my soul, I remain scared and pick them up as cruelty never showed she cared. I dared myself and my pride to walk this path alone. Tis the haunting memories that make me anxiously groan. Her breath on my neck is felt upon this day. I convince myself she isn't mine tis but hard when love gets in the way.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

I do my crying in the rain

Her heart as fragile as glass. As I unravel the mysteries behind the mask. The scars on mind as I give her new memories to claim. I touch her skin and feel her pain, I taste her lips, as into her beautiful brown eyes I stare. My fingertips on her face runs by with care, I catch her tears and hold her tight. I slay her demons as she rests in my arms for the night. Her hair falls gently across her face, the she has as at her beauty I gaze, I praise her ambitions and kill her fears. Her love grows weary as I draw her near. Her hand in mine and our souls once entwined, the lyrics of love so pure as wine. Time stood still as she whispered the words I longed to hear. It never grew old it always drew her near. Her breathe on my neck as she fell asleep in my arms. My always ran through her hair like a lucky charm. The calm and refreshing will to survive without her I would surely die. So did think once upon a time. How wrong I was all my life, she isn't my wife, she is no longer my pride. She is the reason I have scars which I can't hide. She guided me through the love and left me in despair.  She moved on so freely without anycare.  I stare at your pictures and wonder if maybe it was me. I wasn't good enough for thee, now with glee I stumble and fall I pick myself up and stand tall. No one by my side I guide myself up to my call. I learned to stand in solitude and avoid the painful crawl.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My lips bear her name

The thoughts of her open my mind. I touch her face like a blind man's fingertips on braille. My soul is left jaded as I try to make certain her memories have faded. Yet, I am left in disarray. As I long to see her for just one-day. I cannot change what is willed to be, I cannot bring forth my heart's desires out of my inequalities. I am not perfect I have my sins and flaws. I can't really defy nature's law. My heart remains shattered and hers is healing from the bruise.  This isn't a pleasure cruise, and I know she will look back at the memories and stare. Knowing I'm not there will actually give her a scare. But she may look at all she desires and cares. She realizes I'm no longer there, her beautiful brown eyes and a simple smile can steal your soul. As you melt when you see her dimple unfold. Written beyond scars I try so hard to kill these feelings. I can't find the proper meaning that could help me survive.  This is the story of my life. The touch of her hands brings forth a plan that I never want to those moments to die. I wash away my tears in the rain as my broken heart can't be tamed. She looks at me no longer and I wake no more in pain.  I sit in silence with my lips bearing her name. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Till I never see you again

She walks down the street with someone new. Why she left I hadn't a clue. With no explanation and words of a few. Like the wind on storm cloud, life turns grey. To it doesn't really hurt to see you.  It felt kinda odd that the reason you left I till today never knew. A few years went by and I did change I made myself better and better over and over again. The picture frame shattered when you walked away. You ran into a stumbling block along each day. See your a kind of girl that seeks not love. Yet I'm the kind of man that needs to rectify his soul. As I grow cold and wonder what is wrong in me. I did not shed tears nor did I cry.  I did not leave my soul to die. I picked up the pieces and and stick them together again. Knowing how things came to an end. The moonlight now remains my friend as I fix and find what was wrong. I know it was me all along.  Maybe I didn't give you enough time, maybe I didn't hold you like I should have for that while. Maybe you needed me not be there. Maybe I didn't understand what you needed was not love and care. I know you remain happy.  And I remain withdrawn in solitude. I see you with someother dude, I know he isn't me nor will I every be. Sometimes I wish life gave me a remedy. I sit in silence secluded and alone. I compose this feeling to which I cannot name. Yet it hurt seeing you again, I see the glint of happiness that sparkled in your eyes. I wasn't the reason anymore much to my surprise.  So a prayer for you joy, as I make peace with my broken soul. I wish not for our story to any further unfold. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

A beating heart

Her broken heart is in pieces. I can't stick them together again. I can't hold her tears nor protect her from the weather so glim. Her lips are dry as she sits in pain. Her mind keeps wandering as she drenched her body in the rain to hide her sadness. These feelings of being lost causes the madness. Gladness seems far as her body aches for a hug. Her soul seems barren as she longs for love. The smell of her hair is now left without care. Whispering I love you in here ears isn't a possibility of getting there. She knows she needs me and I do too. Difficult part is making her know that I have a clue. She breaks my heart and I'm glad she does coz I accept that emotion with utmost love. She gives me sorrow knowing I can withstand pain.  She knows I love her yet can't be with her ever again. Her skin longs for my fingers and touch. She looks back at the memories and like me misses me as much. She last held me 9 years ago as I said goodbye. We parted ways and unlike me she failed to cry. Today I stay strong coz she built up my soul, she gave me a gift called love that over which we both have no control. I crave not her body, but I feel her pain, I desire not her kiss, but wish to hear her voice again. I dream not of her beating heart, but I know her fantasy.  I have her not as my wife but she knows if not for her mistake we were meant to be. The only thought that passes through my mind is hers. Those are the memories that bring tears. Yet the fear she drives out of my life. She has my heart and always will even though I know she wears his ring. I dare not say I miss her nor do I tell myself I love and care. I look at my chest in the mirror listening to the sound of my beating heart. Knowing you were once there when we did start. Here is the funny part, it's still beating and I have not a clue why my heart beats profusely fast when I think back of my favorite memories with you.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Memories

Her beautiful smile gets me weary. The touch of skin gets me teary. I nearly died the day she said yes. Little did I know she and I would face a cruel test. The best of her beauty and the worst of my anger kept us apart. Our fights left us shattered with broken hearts. She could kiss me all day and tell me she cares. I'd walk away from her silence and give her a scare. The only thing that clamped to my soul. Was her in my life and marrying her was my goal. Her listening to the sound of my beating heart with her head on my chest. My nose buried in her hair was my treasure creast.  Her name on my lips as my presence on her mind. I'd run my fingers on her face as if a man who's blind.  Fragile and frail was her heart and body in my arms. Her soul I could read throughout the years of time so calm. The joy in her eyes sparkle like stars in the sky. Tis a moment to thank the Lord for not letting me die. I always thought she'd never be stolen, I cherish those moments so golden. Now I'm rendered speechless and have been in a position where I think and at my reflection stare. I wish we had always been there, with her heart to love and care for the future. Losing her is indeed a torture. I know she's glad I'm not in her life I see her happy as someone else's wife. I am not sad, but know that love doesn't exist. Something we misinterpreted from just a simple kiss. I kneel before God and pray for your happiness and peace. I just remember all the moments of these.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The purpose of a heart

A heart is special and it's ability to love is unique.  It craves replication from the one it once did seek. The heart cannot rest but it's put to the test. The scars remain to remind us of our mistakes. Holding someone special inside all throughout our lives. Your soul connected so all you do is care. Even a broken heart doesn't remain bare. Yet we walk this earth desolate and destroyed. Remembering the moments of Joy, you toy with the memories keeping all the good. Forgiving the other person forgetting the bad things like you should.  Peace fills your body as you now learn to progress. Kindness fills your heart and you remain blessed. Locked away are the memories of things you once did hate.  henceforth happiness is no longer your fate. Destiny and karma are enemies of the heart. Foes so bitter that ways they dare not pass. You long for time to stop it's hands wishing they'd be turned back in a few. Stopping your heart from breaking and making things new. The heart maybe scared but on power it stands still, beating effervescently with love in abundance to till. The broken heart is able to love the most. As we've already felt the pain, but long to hold that person again.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Everlasting Love

Her persona is a remarkable phrase. Her smile makes me feel like glorious are my days. She used to secretly stare thinking I wouldn't notice. I'd smile to myself post this. Her hair falls across her face, she walks by me with an air of grace. Her beauty leaves me speechless sometimes and my mind out of place. My palm fits perfectly to hold her face. She closes her eyes with a smile, all I can do is kiss her forehead and hold her tight. Her bright radiance lights up her eyes and also my life. She was to wear my ring and be my wife. Perceptions change as the hands of time too. I think of the moments spent with her so true. Her name given to her as a child, remains on my lips all my life. Someone once told me to never care, never be hopeful, thinking she's always there.  Never wonder when she will come back. That's a heap of crap.  She won't come back and all you do is gloom. She swept you off your feet for years like dust to broom. You remain a memory and not her groom. I still ponder with anxiousness and care about things that render and linger in the past. If I see her again I wouldn't want her fingertips on my mask. For her tears I'm no longer permitted to catch, but my love for her is like a inhuman spirit on to a body which it's latched.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Another lifetime

Her happiness is so well perceived.  Her beauty is easy on your eyes to appeal. Your duty is to love her.  As she opens her eyes every morning, care and compassion every breath you take dawning.  Jewels of the heavens placed here on earth.  Yet you live everyday berserk without her presence all around.  You seek her grace, her face has your fingertips to trace. Her heart bigger than an ocean view so bold. You hold her tight throughout the cold stormy night.  You fight against her will and stubborn behavior to tell her your there. You walk by her side with love and care.  She is your best getaway and puts your worries at ease. Her lips with your name to whisper is a tease. Like the moon she shines bright and pushes your darkness away. Your demons tremble with fear of her name as they get slain.  She holds your head on her lap to help you find peace. Her fondest memories of you puts her to ease. Without her you're back to the shell of a man that once lived.  She is your refuge that makes things easier than ever before.  You regret the day you walked out the door. You count the stars and hope she does too, does she miss and still love you? Those are thoughts that so often linger. After all these years between my hands I can still feel her gentle fingers. Love is a decision one so often does choose. Hate is something we always refuse. She is but gone, yet I cherish all the years of being together. I feel like it's a passing cloud of bad weather. One-day she shall return and we will continue our journey a new. Till that lifetime comes I shall continue loving you.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The hardest choice

The easiest thing to do is love someone, the memories of old and all the good fun. You stand in silence and think about the love and care. The moments and promises of always being there. Gruesome were the fights, and like unholy sinners we'd swear. A hug from me to say 'your not going any f***ing where'. The moments I treasured were the ones where you'd get irritated and pout. I'd wait anxiously to hear you shout. A knock across my head and you'd say 'shut your mouth baby'. Wishing I could turn back time 'maybe'. You'd hold me close as soon as I turn off the lights and sing you to sleep. It's only coz the darkness scared you helplessly.  I remember the moments when you'd hold my hand, was never planned that you'd show the world for eachother we'd always be there. Those beautiful brown eyes would leave me in awe to stare. Her beautiful hair was a comfort even on my face. The smell of her skin and perfume left me with my feet to trace.  Her heart never found hatred no matter how angry we turned. For eachothers embrace we'd  always yearn. We would always learn to love in ways we would find hard to explain. Through the heartache and pain. Her voice brought peace of mind to my soul. She was my treasure I long to once again hold. With utmost commitment and precision she's always going to care. Walking away is never easy to do with her and me making promises to always be there. It's easy to love yet, hard to walk away. That's always been the hardest choice I made even till this day. I look myself in the mirror shattered as I stare. True love if let go can always leave you bear.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

A broken heart of love

The heart keeps bearing emotions it tries to perceive. Whether it's happiness, or whether it's grief. The joy of loving somebody gently and mild. Embracing her in your arms like child. It gives you sorrow as you wipe her tears during a fight. It gives you hatred towards a person that can't make things right. It gives you love to treasure, it beats faster with pleasure as you kiss her forehead and hold her tight. It gives you the ability to create wonders and take her breathe away. It gives you the compassion you need to always be there for her in everyway. It let's you categorize the fact that she's important and she open her eyes to watch you admire her beauty so near. She is the woman you love and hold so dear. The heart creates fear, and breaks if you feel she might leave. So it gives us the opportunity to make certain we weave this boundary of love to keep her close. Anyone who tries to steal her would have a broken nose. She is your favorite song the lyrics embedded in your heart. When you look into her beautiful brown eyes that song is on replay. Blessed are the people who treasure love and never fail to understand how difficult it is to part. Tis a privilege and honor to own a beautiful woman's heart.  For she could keep any man in there to cherish and care. Instead she's chooses you to love and let's you near. Without any fear she gives up her soul, for her heart tells her this is the man with whom she may grow old.  She molds herself to your whims and fancies.  And she doesn't take much of the chances so she doesn't want to let you go else she will perish. When you own a woman's heart it's meant to be cherished. 

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Memories playback

Her memories playback in my mind. She resides in my heart all through the sands of time. Her voice rings in my ears. As I sit with tasting my tears. Her smile is your map to her heart.  Her hugs warm enough to give your day and energetic start. Essence of her skin still lingers on you. Tis these moments I cherish but are a few. Your fingertips on her face made her cheeks turn pink and the pout and dimples show. We think about eachother even when we don't talk anymore.  The closer I moved towards her soul, she crept into her shell. Our beings together by everyone wasn't wished well. Her hair falls perfect on her face,  but I'd push it behind her ear to show I care. Her eyes glistened with love as she'd look up and stare. As drunk as a sailor yet my lips found her forehead as she'd be asleep at night. The smell of the whiskey on my breathe meant the morning would procure a fight. She'd turn around to hold me even though anger builds in her half broken sleep. She'd wait all day to have me to keep. The smell of her hair would let me fall asleep with my nose buried on the top of her head. Tis a moment I treasure till in my grave I lay dead. She is the girl who owns my heart, and there will be no other. Alas! She belongs to someone else and of his child is a mother. Years of love blossomed like a flower, but the rain washed away what we had. We remain strangers wondering why we aren't glad. Love is strange and circumstances we fall into to, but I will always remember but refrain from loving you. For you belong to another,  that's the thought that makes my soul shudder.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Her lost love

A woman's heart is precious to be treasured. The depth of her love can't be measured. You stop and stare into her beautiful brown eyes.  Revealing the secrets she she hides, her pride and glory remain out there. She caresses the man she loves in her arms with care. Her name remains like wine to your lips. Her skin lingers on your fingertips.  She grips your soul as you surrender. As you touch her face so tender, the warmth of her structure so frail in your arms. Her smile your heart's charm,  with a calm soothing voice you hear her say 'i love you'. Her soul entwined with yours as if it's stuck with glue. She gives you clues to show you she's there. You admire her beauty and gaze and stare. You know you are unworthy of love with such galore that effervescently lives. You have but only pieces of your broken heart to give. Her love is precious as the sun to the sky. Tis in her arms you wish to die. Angels exist and they are of flesh and blood, for a woman is put on earth from heaven above.  Love and mercy she bestows on your life. She waits not for your ring on her finger to make her your wife.  For she patiently waits for you to slip your fingers in between hers. Holding her hand throughout all the years. She takes your fear and drives it away. She clings onto you through the nights and laughs with you through the day. So free is her soul that she waits anxiously for the day with you she grows old. She molds her love for you in the form of your child, she is a friend, lover, and compassionate companion so mild. So it's easy to love her her and even easier to care. Problem is us men aren't always willing to be there. Staring up at the stars he now dreams of the past, of all the years gone by wishing he could have made it last. His mask is broken just like his heart. Her name given up to someone who doesn't own her heart. For the one who can make her smile sits reminiscent of the past. For the soulmates for all eternity didn't really last. So if you love a woman treasure her for all she can be. Spoil her, love her and keep her happy. Tis a crime to let her slip by, while you sit and make words rhyme. Don't regret the lessons of the past if you do then you'll always have on the smiling mask.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Disposable soul

The memories flash by as things remain of the past. The daunting transitions of things you now no longer want it to last. You seek no more refuge, yet remain blind. You remain in solitude it's yourself you try so hard to find. With brokeness inside you pick up the pieces, with mistakes to remind you of the past decayed.  You can never have karma, play by the rules as you always stay unattached and see how cruel. I cannot fathom and wonder what happened, as things become shattered looking at the scars I count. I always seem to be losing this bout. A battle of the willful and strength of the meek. I look forward to happiness I seek. The moments that linger with a taste so sour, I know that I feel myself slipping away every hour. I do not cowar I do not moan the seed of bitterness. Yet I try to live in glee. As there is no longer you and me, but I won't stop surviving and won't stop breathing without thee. I have only disposable memories. 

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The love will cease one-day

Thoughts of her beauty rings in my head like a gong. Her beautiful brown eyes filled with tears hidden all day long. She smiles around me and waits for your return all day.  She stays up all night to wait for a text from you, asking if she's okay? Slowly but surely you miss her too, you kiss her even when she has the flu. She walks down the road and everyone stares. Placing your hand in hers to show the world she's mine. Her fingers in between yours and she has the cutest smile. No one can steal you from her is her instant thought. You stare at her secretly and she catches you to question saying 'what'. Actions speak louder than words they say and for your relationship you've fought. The thought of her skin on mine gives me goosebumps all the time. I still remember the blue Christmas theme, the dress looked so pretty I couldn't stop myself to stare. Her beautiful brown eyes and long hair. As her skin glistened with a sparkle, I held her hand with care. Whispering in her ear, 'i love you and will always be there'. Her touch so gentle like a feather to a bird at birth. She had to kiss me to make me feel my feet were still on earth. Like dirt to a wet foot she'd follow me around. Her hair on my face as we savor the moments and prance. The feeling of her little face in my hand, as I look into her eyes and sent me in a trance. She dances with my demons and chases them away. My name on her lips as she closes her eyes to pray. I lay my head down to rest in peace, as hers on my chest makes me  feel at ease. Without her now I am but lost and my soul craves for you like a tease. I await the day my love for you will cease.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Cradle to the grave

Her beauty leaves me speechless, her love left me heartless and cold. I cherish our memories together till I grow old. With bold thoughts I remain hopeful and pray. She'd come back to love me someday.  Written in the stars I count every scar that I find. By and by I stay blind, seeking a few years of the past.  I keep her in my soul to last. The mask I wear makes me stare at my reflection in the mirror. My sins make me shiver, tis isn't the cold that makes me feel the way I do.  The fact that I miss her and she hasn't a clue. Due is the pain that makes me come back to our fallen relationship.  I miss the feeling of always being there. I miss the angry stare. The fact that losing me gave her a scare.  She always cares about what I do, the moments and memories are a plenty and never a few. We stuck together like glue, and I knew our love would last. But I'm still a man and make mistakes, I didn't know my ego would put our love at stake. Now you wake wishing I was him. We both stay eachothers favorite sin.  And hurt from within.  Now your his kin, and I'm a waiting for a change in things. Your hair, your time and presence is what I miss the most. I travel coasts to find a replacement for your essence. I never find all the days I try to seek, I am but left meek and distorted. These are the moments I try to filter and like my soul I need it morted.  I watch all your pictures which I save, tis your heart and soul I crave. I know i shouldn't keep another to save. But I will love you from the cradle to the grave.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone

Another day passes for me to rest. Years go by without her love for me is a test. I hold my soul at best, least I follow. I am but left empty and hollow.  Her warmth and gentle nature so sublime, the taste of her lips makes stand still the sands of time. As poetry and rhyme with memories is I have left. I await anxiously for my death. Love is indeed cruel when her heart you can no longer cherish. Your soul to the gallows sent to perish. I seek her presence I admire her beauty from afar.  I look back at the past and count in abundance the scars that remain. All you feel is despair and pain.  Her voice rings in your ears. No longer can you catch every tear, you fear yourself losing hoping. Praying so earnestly for her happiness as if you were the pope.  She was as will be embedded in my soul till the day your body grows stiff and cold. Tis not a test tis but a love story lost throughout the world that rests. Like a harvest of crops she is near she indeed no longer your future. As her hair no longer remains on your face to tickle and make you groan.  She is still the flesh of your flesh and bone of your bone. Tis the loveless burden I have borne. 

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My biggest crime

I open my eyes to thoughts of her near. Losing her was my biggest fear. Dear was her presence close to my soul. Cherishing the memories of when I had her to hold. Fearless and bold was my spirit which she sparked from within.  She was my courage and me her addiction.  Never did she hate me but did despise things of a few. Too much of care and love drives a person away from you. Her biggest problem was I couldn't see beyond our love. The scariest thing was my life being taken away by the Lord above. She'd hold me close when the nightmares recur, she'd fall back asleep in my arms knowing I'm safely near. It took me years but I healed her scars she planned to take to her grave. The saddest part those are the same scars to her which I gave. Her fondest memories are treasured in her head. The same one I kissed everytime she went to bed. She always led the way as time goes slow. Her beauty leaves me astounded and will always till I grow old. She molds you into a man that you never thought you could be.  She completes the brokeness inside and heals me. I am not perfect yet she made me feel I was.  Yet I ponder and realized it too late, you always lose a soulmate.  So as one-day when the angels welcome me and St Peter holds the key to my arrival. I'd hear her at my obituary telling the world what true love means. And the pleasure of me being in love with someone so divine. Letting her go was my biggest crime.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The gentleness

Her broken heart you try to mend. The sorrows and pain never seem to end. You lend the truth about how strong she is and the beauty of her life. She knows not the value you hold as you wait on her day or night. She renders you speechless with just a touch. Tis love you feel and not lust. You hold her close in your arms as the church bells tow from afar. You admire her beauty as she stirs gently in her sleep. You kiss her forehead and watch her smile to keep. You breathe heavily as your nostrils welcome the smell of her yesterday's perfume. You whisper in her ears the song she likes by humming the tune. You walk away as for a minute or two, she wakes startled and screaming your name out for you. She holds your shirt close when you aren't there the smell of you skin lingers and she feels your presence is the air. Love has never had any bounds. Just unconditional and profound. She mounts you and tries to tickle you to submission for a long walk. You pretend that her feminine frame could get you to submit. As your arms around her makes her feel tiny as a midget. She is beautiful and you admire her each day. You miss her in everyway, living your life to make her smile. Loving her as if she were a child. Yet she'd remember having you as a mature man in her life. And she wanted so bad to be your wife. You place the same thought in your head. Now that she's gone you can only think back to see. The memories haunt me.  No more of her tears are you there to catch. No longer can she cling on to you like a latch, when she sleeps at night. No longer can she stand in front of the mirror as you watched her combing her hair. No longer is she yours to love and care.  She now expects it from someone else.  But can't be loved the same way I did her and have stories to tell. That's her biggest fear, she still comes back to seek forgiveness for her mistake she still wishes I was around to prevent her heartbreak.  That is fate, as destiny seeks, kiss her and watch her knees go weak. Break her silence with your love, don't break her heart for she is as fragile as dove.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The deceptive soul

The look in her eyes tells you the truth. That smile looks magnificent and cute. Sudden pout makes you shout volumes of love. She looks like an angel sent from above. The feeling of her hair on your fingertips, the taste of lips last longer than eternal time. Breaking her heart should be considered a crime. Like lime to a tongue her anger is sour, her presence gives some sort of electrical power. As you strive to be a better man. She is the one with the most cleverest of plans. Her hug is tight and she doesn't easily let go. You miss her every second and fail to show.  Little does she know how fortunate you feel, to love her with things so surreal. You'd make a deal with the devil for your soul to see her happiness never turn grey. She'd be clueless of how easy it is to fall in love with her everyday. Her childish behavior is admired with amusement by you. The moments you'd treasure seemed like alot but only a few. It plays back in your head now that she's gone. She's left you in darkness with a broken hearted song. The melody of passion, and the tune love with the rhythm of care. Into the blank open spaces you now stare. Scared of the past your future is brittle.  The present so meek as hope remains little. You try so hard to never fall in love again. You cannot stop yourself from admiring the beautiful women all the same. Like an astronomer you count the stars, you look in the mirror and regret the scars. How could you give a broken heart to anyone even for fun. None is the answer and they don't deserve that.  The fun of life is that fact. The pact you made with your own reflection as you look at your soul of deception.  Never let anyone walk out of your life who cares, never let your story end there. Hangon you can win your fight she might be your miss right.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Relationship Goals

A relationship is something one can never easily explain. The fights, tears heartbreak and pain you face over and over again. It's also a platform to learn to love someone more than yourself.  With her tantrums and childish behavior with which you've always dealt. You've knelt down in front of her as she weeps caused by your anger and rage. You tell her you love her and didn't mean things you said on that stage. She craves your time, compassion and care, she waits anxiously for you to come back when you aren't there. She stares into blank open spaces thinking of your lame jokes that now make her laugh. You look at the bite and scratch marks on your skin for irritating her by calling her retarded and dafted.  Like a sculptor to his craft her beauty leaves you in awe. Her voice you soothing sensation like the birds chirping in the morning and the crowd that caw.  She stands by your side in the kitchen as you cook her every meal. She sits like a child as you feed her the food she loves. Her beautiful brown eyes capture the songs of the angels above. Her hair falls gently on the side of her face. Kiss her forehead and you'd have your immediate warm embrace. The traces of her skin stay on yours when you are away. Her smile like a song in your head stuck on replay. Blessed is the feeling of her head on your chest. She holds your hand throughout life's test. The taste of her lips is wine at best, her name on your lips as you lay your head to rest. She can't live without you nor you with her. You'll both losing eachother is your biggest fear. The rain hides her tears and freshness of her beauty. His presence chases away her demons and loving her becomes his duty. So a relationship is bond which you can't explain.  I've had 11 to my name, each teaching me values of love and care, all things good. I maybe single and happy but I know how things would work and should.  So if you love someone with utmost commitment and care. Stay by her side and always be there. Cause if you don't have plans to place a ring on her finger and hold her everynight.  I don't think as a man you deserve to be in her life.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The beautiful cloak

She is deceptive in a wonderful way that you can always mend. Her beautiful smiles holds the answers to the tears she's cried all weekend. Pain is new to her, especially of this sort. This Web of stress and hurt has her caught. She is strong yet, see only her beautiful eyes in the mirror. She wouldn't tell the world what's eating her up inside her. To me pain is a friend who I consider a foe. Lingers so freely all the more.  Opens the door to heartache and turmoil.  So I share my advice and that's all I can do. I can't really change the situation that's occurred with you. All these gifts of God blessed upon your soul. The moments of togetherness cherish them till you grow old. Respect and love and forgiveness for all the wrong doing and mistakes of the past. Compassion to be shown from the wonderful heart. For the sands of time don't last forever, the fear of losing makes her quiver.  She feels weak and feels like things are gone. She knows not her strength and durability to go on. Her soul is beautiful, gentle and mild. The capability to forgive comes from deep down inside. Her laughter now fades, as the sun sets on the day. That Patanjali toothpaste smile needs to rise up again. You cannot blame yourself for the mistake. It's not your fault for the path individuals choose to take. Know that you are perfect the way it was taught to you to be. Forgive and forget is the only remedy. So let not your sadness aid the gloat. That beautiful smile of yours can be your magical cloak.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The simplicity

It's easy to love a woman yet hard to see her part. You do all you can to own her gentle heart. You keep her close and never let her go. You make memories to cherish and think about them when your old. You wishper the words she wants to hear. And hear her heart beat fast. You hold her hand gently and kind and that kiss will always last. She becomes your present and future as you help her forget the past. She casts her worries and the longs for your love in a hurry. The pride you get when you walk down the street, with the most beautiful girl that ever walked the earth for all the world to see. She doesn't really say a word as she quietly sips her can of Pepsi. Her name on your lips all people hear, as your demons have that to fear. She respects you as man yet like child places your head on her lap. The smell of a cigarette earns you a slap. Her beauty leaves you spell bound as watch her comb her hair from a far. The mirror is the perfect judge to when she sees you and realizes the gentleman you are. Although she is clothed with only love you admire. You crave to hold her all day without any sexual desire. The blaze of fire and passion burns as you to relive those moments you yearn. Many walk in as they wait for you to tell them how you feel. I'm a man who loves a woman who tells me first that she loves me. See to love a woman is simple, care comes from the heart. Making her feeling special is always how you start.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

In loving memory

Sometimes you wonder why things go wrong. Is it the moments that pass or the beginning of a new song in your life unmasked. I looked to the heavens when you left me here. I asked God questions of answers I did fear. Tears rolled down my face, as I walked into your burial place. Traces of memories of all the times passed. I smiled with the broken mask. You held my hand to teach me how to walk. Karma is a cycle that always comes around. Mama was the first words in my mouth that I found. The privileged people get to see theirs grow old. Mine I treasured like gold. I lay in bed wishing you could take away my fear. A mother remains in a child's heart always dear. I know you remain in heaven and I remain forgotten on earth. As I threw the mud on your grave knowing from ashes till dirt. My time draws near. I shall have no more tears I shall be reunited with you within a few years. I bow my head in silence and I hold my chest in pain. Several years have gone by but mama your memories remain. Painfully you name is taken upon my lips, I still feel lost without your guiding fingertips. You bought me every toy I ever laid my eyes on. I still remember your favorite dish was a curry of prawns.  I hunger for you cooking, and miss the festive shopping and looking for everything that needed to be right. I remember the times I wasted with all those drunk late nights. I could have spent them with you and instead I chose not to. I regret my stupid decisions. And now I stand in a position, where I need your helping hand. Anger no longer fills me as I know you going away was God's plan. You may be deceased a few years now. But I still weep within and ask how. People are lucky to have mothers so true. I was lucky to be born from you. No longer am I a child but I keep your memories stuck like glue. One-day In heaven I shall rejoice and be with you. 

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

A costly price

A broken heart you can't easily mend. A soul so lost as you stand on a cliffs end. Your troubling sorrows, as you seek hallowed ground. You search for love that can't be found. Her warm smile on your mind to trace, after all these years you still feel her warm embrace. Piece by piece you pick up your life. She isn't your sought after wife. She belongs to another, as you shudder to think. She looks back at the memories just like you and in quicksand she sinks. You ask her what does she miss the most, she will tell you how you held her close. And kissed her forehead everynight.  You just miss her being your Ms. Right. She wakes up now days wishing you were him. She looks at her child hoping that was the blessing of your kin. She too regrets everyday, alas you can't change the mistakes so grave. You lay down to look up at the clear dark sky. You feel the cool nights breeze drift by, the night before you is a lie. For happiness you can never attain. When all you feel is despair and pain. A costly mistake by a foolish girl, an egoistic boy who wanted to rule the world. Ambitions of lovers on two separate paths. Problem is their love grew from the same beating heart. The angels of heaven weep and stare as they live different lives without a care. Sometimes the broken have more compassion in the cruel world out there. A kiss from an angel that guards his soul, as he closes his eyes to rest. With her on his mind he places his life in a grueling test. So pick up your pieces and walk away. For you shall have you treasure one-day. 

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

His pride, his downfall

He stared up at the stars and looked back at the scars.  As her memories flashed by. He smiled as she brought joyful tears to his eyes to cry. She was his beautiful sin, he was her marvelous lie from within.  His face would be her smile as she opened her eyes. His lips to her forehead with a morning embrace.  She'd always have his smell on her skin. As the taste of her lips lingers. The strands of her hair on his fingers. He'd wait to see her beautiful brown eyes they could douse his anger so wild. She'd wait for his warm embrace, putting her tantrums in a distant place. She'd fear him finding someone new with grace. He'd fear her saying goodbye without a trace. The passion and love would flow like rapids in a river. Every touch of his brought about goosebumps and shiver. For fear never gripped love so young, yet habitually a song he sung as she laid her head to rest. Without his singing her sleep would not find her at best. She gave him hope and love, he gave her all he had. So how could so grand turn out so bad? She found another with a song to sing, someone new to actually wear their ring. She kept him close and never said goodbye.  He looks in the mirror shattered to watch his soul die. No more tears does he cry no more, fears does he hide. Many have come to help pick up the pieces.  How can you stop water from seeping through the cracks of so many. How can you love someone who dwells in the past for all the years of his life. He cannot see anyone else become his Ms.Right. So a wandering soul is what remains, he feels no remorse, or pain. Love was their gift which they both returned. He kept his ego, and she a lesson to learn. He'd never forget her love that let him to melt for a while. She'd never forget all about her being his pride to call. He remained blind to see his pride being his downfall. 

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Love bites

The gift of love is given to all to receive. It could make you strong or bring you to your knees. Should you choose to venture and attain it with grace, careful it may leave without a trace. He woke up everymorning to see an empty space. She no longer was by his side too admire her beauty and grace. No more coffee in bed as he'd always give her a cup. No more of him telling her lift your cute butt. She walked right out as he suffocated her breathless with love. Being obsessive isn't the possessiveness she did want. She needed her freedom and only her memories remain to haunt. He watches the rain fall down to the earth he smells the water upon the mud and dirt. He was a flirt who turned loyal and committed and true. She always wanted more than a few. Her heart belonged to him all a long, but her mind made him feel it was wrong. Tis not her body he wants, tis her beauty and presence for which his soul taunts. He doesn't have her around to feed her every meal. He doesn't have her smile for his stressful day to heal. He doesn't have her hand in his for him to kneel. He placed a ring on the wrong finger, he feels ashamed and that she's gone the embarrassement lingers. He looks for her in everyone he finds. Tis truly love that makes a man blind. Unkind and cruel is the world we share. As he watched her walk away and not care. Today regret fills both their souls, she wishes he could be there to hold. And he wishes she was here as he hugs his painful self egoistic side. Ironic is love as you watch two souls die. You cry no more tears, as you still count the years if you were together. Love let's you feel the cold stormy weather. Sometimes the stories of our life can't grow old. Sometimes we treasure the ones we love as gold. Tis a mistake to let me hold on to my ego so old. As the pride I once loved was a girl who I let walk out in the cold.  Never to turn back she went ahead I stare at my ego feel my soul dead.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Scars

Sometimes the eyes speak volumes where your lips stay sealed. You look back at the scars that just won't heal. As real as a baby to their mother's breast. You face your trails and overcome your tests. The best often walks by as the day grow cold. Her name on your lips tends to get old. Bold are your actions which shows the world she's your prize that with a heavy cost. Now you wander helpless and lost,  tossed through the waves your soul doesn't surrender.  Your heart torn to pieces like it was greeted by the blades of a blender. The smell of her skin still sticks on your body. The taste of her lips like intoxicating toddy.  Often you wonder how long has it been. She was your desirable sin. Like kin she remained reminiscent and lasts. Like a moment of pleasure for very long she now remains your past. The task of letting go isn't very easy, holding makes you fall to your knees. You know she was your remedy to this disease.  Her voice my refuge her touch my heartbeat. Her absence is my sorrows as I shiver between the breeze. She wears a title which isn't of mine, she isn't around to have me catch her tears she cries. Love is a funny little notion, it's not the cliché old potion. Tis a story with tales of a past, tis the key to the scars behind the mask.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The search

I often wonder what would it be like to meet the soulmate created for thee? Would she be caring and making you feel special like a infant to a parent's remedy.  You'd always seem to remember the good times and not the bad. From January to December she'd always make you glad. The tremble she'd get when you'd touch her skin, her heart beat pounding harder from within.  She'd be your sinful cure, she'd make your head spin in a galore. You wake up to her beautiful face, you'd hold her tight in a warm embrace. Her love as gentle as the bright blue sky, in her arms you'd wish to die. Her tears to hold, and her soul entwined to trace. Never have emotions left you this dismayed. Grey was once your world that wasn't appealing, now your scars she seemed to be healing. Kneeling before the Lord to thank him for your present. Good times don't last that's eminent.  Sometimes the walk turns lonely, sometimes it remains barren and leaves you in an array.  How you wish your last breath was near, to avoid seeing that day. She walks away and pays no heed to your cry, shattered and broken.  Your mask hides the tears you cry. You realize your human and feel what mortals call pain. She will never turn in your direction again. You lean on the memories and she craves on the present that lasts.  You both live no future in which two hearts once did want to bask. His bottle a remedy to replace her memories.  Her new lover to cure her pain. Tis a love story which will never be written again. So soulmates exist sometimes we let them go. We sit down and wait for them to come back walking through the door.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Haunting memories

Her simple life makes me jump with glee. Her smile embedded in my mind for all eternity. Tis her love that left me in dire, her embrace set my soul on fire. Those dimples on one side of her face as she smiled while saw that same trace. With grace she mellowed my flaring temper.  Her love makes me exempt her from my wrath. Little did I know that years from now we wouldn't be walking on the same path. Like child she was all I had. I know i wasn't caring enough and that made you made. As you'd wait for a phone call or a text which never came. I was definitely to blame. Her name is always on my mind, her memories I can't leave behind.  I was indeed blind to not see the truth.  Her pout was ever so cute. All the other women who walked in to my life, tried all they want but could never be my miss right. Tis always a place I keep reserved in my heart. That's always you right from the start. Years have gone by and at the memories I stare. I wish you were there, you taught me not to be heartless and broken to tears which I used to cry. Surely since you've gone my soul has died. Losing her was a gift she'd lift. In her life now I'd never fit, her perfect beauty. Left me in awe now she has someone who's making sure. He loves you more than I'd ever could. Of which I know you stay happy. I'm half the man he'd ever want to be and I feel crappie. So happiness is now what you have as its something you always wanted. I know that you'd make his perfect wife. But by your memories I am haunted.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Admiration

Her beauty and grace lasts long upon her face. Her smile shows you happiness and traces to her soul. You could stare at her beauty till the time you grow old. These tales foretold never forgotten.  Her smile like the rising sun and her touch as soft as cotton. The moments of love are special and cherished. Her breathe on your ears as she tells you how much she cares. The truth of her life makes you stare. Her eyes speak volumes of what makes her lips stay sealed. Her name on your and salvation is all you feel. You kneel before she walks through the door. Not of submission but how much you love her to let her know. The glow on her face as she can continously smile. You see the glitter of joy in her eyes. Purified is the pieces of you with simplicity of her presence in your life. Tis this that lats forever all throughout coz it's right. God marvels at his creation so perfect with care. She'd make you say that you'd always be there. Not coz you must, but those words slip through your mouth. Her frown leaves you in doubt. You can scout the oceans, seas and stars out there and about. Never will you find anything more beautiful than a woman's beauty to say it out loud. So if you have a woman admire her, love her, and care. If you don't admire the other women out there. For God gave the gift of sight for all to to admire and see. As you sit with glee.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Broken dreams

Her broken dreams he tried to fix, his pieces together she tried to click. Sick of the torture hurt by the pain. They both tried so hard to make it work over and over again. As moments they treasured, tis pleasure they didn't seek. His smile was her refuge as her happiness he tried to keep. As sleep filled her eyes his arms a pillow for all her life. Like a knife to his throat he treasured her close, he clings on to her memories like the Holy ghost.  As he tosses and turns wishing she was around. He let's his feet hit the ground as reality draws him near. Losing her was his fear, his tears are dry and he cries no more. She took all that he had and walked out the door. The glow on her face now distant and disappeared. Nothing anymore is vivid and clear, everything seems gloomy his life dark and disdained. All they feel is suffering and pain. Surely he cannot forget his past, he wears the smiling mask. As he basks in her memories and blots out his name.  This is the woman that owned his heart all the same. No one shall dare to take her place, no one else's embrace shall match her beautiful face. Sometimes tis easy to do what you must, now you understand the difference between love and lust. Passion is a gift as you steal her heart. Sorrows and woefulness is what you cart, you start to finish and the destination unknown. She no longer has you to call as her own. You feel all you could with a mind so sane. And now you feel like your friend is pain. So tis easy to keep your ego and pride, as watch your relationship die. So broken dreams aren't easy to fix as you anxiously wait for her embrace and kiss.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My scars to hide

A woman's beauty exists to admire.  When you win heart with false promises you are a liar. Her desire is to have you till she grows old. She runs to her friends and tells them that you're more precious that silver or gold. She misses you when you aren't around. She cries everytime her feet touch the ground and finds you aren't there. When you walk out during a fight she remains scared, wondering if you'll ever come back. She holds you tight after you get slapped. Mapped is her soul to yours ever so great. The bond between you and her is fate. Sometimes she closes her eyes and can feel you near. As down her cheeks rolls a joyful tear. Clear is the thought of making you happy little does she know is her in your life that makes you complete. You wait for her text and calls to let you know that she still cares. She does the same to tell you that she wouldn't dare. Her eyes so beautiful you never want to watch them close. She stares at you to tell herself it's real. The day you kneel to place a ring her finger. That's the day she'll tell you how her feelings linger and never die. She wants love and care from you coz your her type of guy. You look up at stars holding her hand, she thinks it's your romantic plan. She doesn't realize you contemplate does the night sky look more beautiful that this girl with me on this date? Her hair falls perfect and you melt at her smile. The male ego kicks in and your serious face says I'm alright'. They say love stories are but only a myth, the tales of old were written real quick. This is but a story of the soul, embedded in my heart long foretold.  Love stories do exist, with the person who you now miss. It was not her beauty or smile, body and kiss. Tis moments with her that I cherished.  She and I were called fate. Sometimes I wonder of the existence of a soulmate. God is never cruel he is but kind, he did give me an cherubim to love once upon a time in my life. Well now your not mine but someone else's wife. 11 years 2 months to this day that's we parted ways. You regret all my masculine pride, I regret the decisions you made to let our love die. Now you want reconciliation for the past, while I wear my human mask. You have your family for your safety to abide. I have the mask for my scars to hide.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

One-day

As distress once ate at my soul. Her voice brought peace and made me whole.  My goal was certain and my path was set. How wrong was I to have  thought in strange such a manner. As the banners were clear and things were glim the rain washed away my daily sins. Keen was a wish and broken down was what I once called a heart. Now sorrows and memories is all I cart. Her name brought about this certain calm. When she opened her eyes and I wasn't around she was alarmed. Like a farmed animal my fingers ran through her hair. As I coaxed her back to sleep with care. A kiss on her forehead to then hold her tight. I was her comfort every night. The cold weather conditions was on a mission to make her shiver. While I let wishkey ruin my liver, in her absence so wild. She was like my first and last child. Her mellow voice filled my soul, her taste remained  in my mouth till I grow old. Like a corpse I lay still to listen to her breathe. Her heart is all that I did need. To feed on my anger only to have her touch, tell me it's okay. I'd just smile to endure my pain. Things are now only but deception, as disgust fills me as I stare at my reflection.  Years have gone by as I watched you wear his ring, times have changed and you're no longer my sin. One-day I shall find her who will give me my fresh start. One-day she will love the broken pieces of my heart. One-day she shall replace the memories I share with you. One-day she will give me her days of new. One-day I will call her my destiny, as I walk through heavens gate.  One-day she shall be my soul mate, and that day will be too late as you'd understand your folly. No more will my lips say I love 'you' with such joy. One-day my heart will not be available for you to toy.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My broken soul

Happiness is a key to her smile, you hold her heart all the days of your life. She walks those miles thinking she's all alone. She waits up all night to hear your voice over the telephone. Her eyes light up every time your home. She weeps your name during every fight. She holds you close and tight as the open window beams the pale moonlight.  The nights seem short and the days so long.  You run your fingers through her hair as you sing her favorite song. You watch her eyes grow heavy and her body loosens up. You wake her up with breakfast in bed and her coffee cup with a kiss on her head. She hugs you tight instead to tell you she cares. The  stupidest thing you could do is stare like a clown. She looks adorable staring back with the confused frown. She loves her beauty sleep and power naps. She'd skip her meals unless you feed her when she sits on your lap. You'd cook her food and she'd watch with love. She talks about your children which the Lord will provide from above. She'd tuck herself in on a cold winter night snuggle up to you no matter how bad the fight. You're smell stuck on her as your cologne gives her goosebumps all day. She sticks to you like gum to a shoe in everyway. She hopes to turn old and grey with you always around. Soulmates like this aren't easily found, bound by love, passion and care. You'd give up all the wrong ways and leven, she the closest to heaven that you'll every be. She is the only angel in reality. Now we're just two wandering souls drifted apart, I picked up the pieces while someone else stole her heart. I was never rich nor will I ever be able of a fortune to own. She was my prized possession I cherished alone. I was never handsome, but her heart at ransom I kept. I am not perfect yet she made complete, all I have now is empty promises I still try to keep. I slumber not for I fear death shall part her path from mine for eternity.  She deserves happiness love, care and certainty. I was not written in your destiny nor you in mine. Your happiness matters as I watch the sands of time. They slip so easy and hard to hold. This a story of my broken soul.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

To love a woman

A woman's heart is the kindest of tools. Breaking it is not very cool. She is mellow gentle and soft. Her dreams to be cherished and her love never to be lost. Her smile can brighten up your day. Her passion for everything she does marvels me in amazement in everyway. She can calm you when your temper flairs, she displays utmost love and care. She shares your ambitions and pushes you closer to your goal. She leaves hers behind surprisingly coz she loves you more. She submits herself to times when you're wrong. She puts your children to sleep with a wonderful song. For you to hold her each day she longs, she waits for appreciation for how much she does. She too can be care free and easy without any love. Her name sends smiles on the faces of your friends. For they wish they were you when the day ends. You really wouldn't realize how fortunate a man can get. Till he's lost the soulmate he met, his love in debt of all the things passed by. As he sits now woeful in misery and cries. He wonders of the things to come, he cherishes her memories never forgotten as they are together as one. Her  aroma gives him a delusional state. The taste of her lips on his is always great. It remains no matter how far he treads. He gets to hold her when he lays his head. The mornings bring laughter the time flies by. Her soul entwined with his till the day that he dies. His grave stone visited and she sheds her tears. He's not around to catch them and chase away her fears. Like moments of magic her passion for you makes you whole. She is indeed more precious than sliver or gold. Myths and legends created around love. Sometimes we have our own stories as our soulmates are created by the Lord above.  So respecting a woman and all her love. Is vital in any situation beyond career, ambitious greed. For she is the one you will grow old to see. The remarkable fact that will change things and show you care. Is when you stop and at her beauty stare. Take in her soul by looking into her eyes. Find out what makes her happy, and things that bring fear. Catch every drop of her tears. Kiss her when she's angry. Hug her when she's got the flu, love her when she's lonely. And she'll always be there for you, loving a woman is as easy as can be. Give her the care and love she needs. Also some valuable time. Don't make the same mistakes I did or you'd be sitting on this Planet with alcohol and more of time. Making poems of your mistakes by making words rhyme.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Essence of her love

What captures the soul? What makes your head focus on a goal so smart. Win her heart right from the start. Her beauty is the essence which makes things right, as you smile seeing how well she prolonged the fight. You find the magnification of her beautiful brown eyes. You make certain you catch every tear she cries. Her brown hair falls so gently upon her face. You watch her walk past you with such elegance and grace. The smile she has shows traces of love. She is indeed created by God above. The touch of her hands makes you tremble with desire, the whispering of the words 'i love you' takes you higher. She cannot fathom a life without you there. You losing her is what makes you scared. Her voice brings about a calm. Her love makes your scars dissappear like it was a balm. Your name on her lips and your touch on her palm. You leaving and never coming back is what keeps her alarmed. Your heart belongs to her and she feels love. She thinks having you she's blessed by the Lord above. Little does she know how fortunate you are to be. For you own the heart of a woman so beautiful that the gods marvel at their creation for all eternity.  Her hair on your face is lyrics to one's lips. The touch of her skin is like velvet to your fingertips. So to love a woman isn't easy, yet we don't really try. She isn't complicated, as long as you understand her without ulterior motives in mind. She can own your heart till the end of time.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Waves to a rock

Emotions are a key to every lock. You feel what you must with every ounce of blood that drops. Like waves to a rock it keeps growing, a beautiful woman asked me where do I see my life going? Well I have no emotions as I'm suffocated by struggle and pain. I look to the heavens I say why me again? Beloved is my misery, cherished is my agony, betrothaled is my sadness to my soul. I carry these burdens as I grow old. Cold is the feel when care and love is shown. Rendered speechless is my lips as my soul is not owned. Lone are my nights of desolation and coy. Her memories with my heart just toy. Several years gone by and she leaves me in the state of contemplation. My heart in a moment of complications. Persuasion of my sorrow and perusal of heart. Refusal to let her go is always a start, distressed is my favorite part of how I remember her near. Eradication of her memories leaves my soul in fear. As I remember her name as it lasts longest on my lips. I still remember the feeling of her hair to my fingertips.  My grip on reality yet I am left insane. These are the moments of my emotions leaving me in pain. The songs of love have left me speechless I have no more lyrics to rhyme. I fight for survival with the hands of time. The rain is a constant reminder of my sins that I can't wash. Her absence from my life reminds me of the heavy cost. My thoughts left lost and my heart astray. Gathered by her memories of everyday. So if apologies could make things right, you with you in my arms we'd lay. Apologies can't rectify a mistake and correct what's wrong. Rhythm from lyrics can't always make the perfect song.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Losing my grip

The voices in your head, give you unrest while I lay in bed. As her beautiful memories haunt, my emotions twiddle and taunt.  Her beauty always left me profound. I feel her presence all around, confounded are the emotions that course through me all the same, I seek the pleasure of having her in my arms once again. Guilty is the feeling that leaves me deranged, cluthing my heart I am once again estranged. My demons prick at my wounds that grow, her name on my lips is like poison but slow. It devours my self righteous pride. These moments eat me alive as I try so hard not to hold. I can still smell her hair even with my cold. Her love was my refuge, her care my strength. Her lips my toxication of a day well spent. We'd talk about how our lives would change as we grow old together.  We'd stay strong through the stormy weather. Like birds of a feather I'd also stick by you. The wind may be strong but the moments it would last was a few. I wondered what it would be like to place a ring on your finger, that's a moment I can only wonder about as the years linger. Love is an illusion that can't be altered in anyway.  Your heart was a prize for me to win everyday.  I seldom think about how I went wrong, I still miss singing you to sleep your favorite song. I miss the feeling of my fingers running through your hair. I did all I could to show you how much I care. Hold you close when the demons give you a scare. Little did I know that you'd be my past, I was too blind to see something so good won't last. Now I bask in my solitude,  while you raise a child. How I wish you were mine. Losing my soul was never easy to do. In every girl I meet I still seek you. I'm like a detective without a clue. If only I'd see if only I knew. I would have held on tighter and avoided letting you slip. I look in the mirror and find you not behind, I know I'm losing my grip on a soul that's dying and my mind.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Checkmate

She opens her eyes every morning to watch me beside her. The smile on her face with those sleepy eyes makes my heart skip a beat. She is the woman you love not just someone between your sheets. You kiss her forehead as she hugs you tight, she knows you're hers throughout her life and not just spending the night. She sits up in bed and ties her hair holds your hands in hers and says her morning prayers. Kisses you after as if to thank God he made you, little does she know you'll stick to her like glue. You watch her comb her hair as you stand by the door, take in how beautiful she looks so elegant with an angelic glow. Your heart beats faster as you know your in love, her beautiful brown eyes glitter like diamonds in a glove. She seems confused as to why you always seem to stare, she doesn't know how beautiful she looks through your eyes that care. The best moments in life is no matter how tired was my day leaving me glum and dimmer. She'd sit on my lap while I'd feed her dinner. That would be my incentive after a long day's work. Having her in my life was always worth. By birth I was lonely and timid mild as I grew older I turned boisterous and wild. My only remedy and my self proclaimed drug, I just couldnt get enough of her love.  What I failed to notice was something so real, my obsession towards her would bring me to my knees. She was perfect and I had my flaws, sometimes her heart left me in awe. So what I regret is the fact that she's gone, life is a game of chess and I made my moves a little too late. What good a king without his queen to save him from a checkmate. 

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My description of love

To describe the woman you love is the hardest thing to do.  Why do you love her is an answer to a question known to a few. Is it her on brown eyes or her beautiful smile. Is the moments you cherish with her till the end of time or only for a while. You look at her silently and admire her elegance and grace. You catch every tear that rolls down her beautiful face. Unworthy is the first thought of comparison that comes to your mind. Her love is never that hard to find, as it binds you speechless and leaves you in awe. Her hair you push behind her ear as you look into her eyes and hold her near. You ask her 'may I have this dance?' she obliges as you sway with her in this trance. She places her head upon your shoulder. Your arms wrapped around her as the room gets colder. The warmth in you heart let's her know you care. Her cheeks turn pink as she catches you smile as you stare. The glare from your soul pierces her eyes. As she knows she's you're miss right. No matter how big the squabble or small the fight. You're loving arms will hold her through the night. The moonlight shines bright as you hold her hand to watch the stars. You don't really mind the annoying horns of the passing cars. Her scars no longer visible as she is now healed. Before she rests her head  she does pray and kneel. She does thank the Lord for love so real. For her heart's desire are fulfilled by you taking it to steal. Some love stories are written by the past. Sometimes love is meant to last. Sometimes you find someone who takes off your fake mask. Sometimes love stands tall and steadfast. So to describe a woman you love is the hardest thing to do. Sometimes you can only show someone why you say 'I love you'. Actions speak louder than words. Her heart is to be cherished nurtured and she becomes free as the birds of the sky. She is the reason love will never say why.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The day love beckons

The description of love is a prescription for the soul. You'll never want silver or gold, you'll always look forward to her beauty and smile. As her beautiful brown eyes leaves you speechless for a while. Her hand in yours as walk down the street,  her name on your lips as you prepare to sleep. You gain her love but her heart is yours to keep. You leap through bounds to give her your time. When she's not around you feel it a crime. You find a new excuse to show her you never missed her or care. Deep down inside at her grace and beauty you admire and stare. Like a snake to its lair, you protect her as kin. Even before she wears your ring. Her love your drug, her touch your hallucinations and her lips your sin. The moments together and on you remains the smell of her skin. Her thoughts stuck in your head like a softboard to a pin. She breaks your walls and makes you vulnerable from within. Your male chauvinism and ego and pride, falls to the ground with her mellow words. She makes you rejuvenate as she's that special girl. She spins your head around and around, you can't feel your feet touching the ground.  Bound by her heart you overcome everyday.  Looking forward to her love in every possible way. Her hair that flutters like a flag in the breeze, tis her heart's desires you wish to fulfill and please.  You then one-day have had enough,  you place a ring on her finger on one bended knee. Those are the moments you do cherish and pray. That your true love beckons like this someday.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My eternal flame

Her beauty so exciting and exuberant to my soul. I can want nothing but her in my arms to hold. Like diamonds I treasure her timeless desire. I seek her presence like wood to a fire, the higher I soar as an eagle away from its nest.  Her love,  in me brought out the best. The tests and obstacles I overcame never made me feel dire. I grow weary and my body does tire, she was my eternal flame and heart's desire. Like a wire to electricity we were well connected. I crave the look in her eyes as the sparkle I always detected. I chose to keep her heart and cherished her soul, she rendered me speechless yet made me feel whole. A girl with such beauty, elegance and grace. I did all I could to put a smile on her face.  I traced the tears that rolled down her eyes. She'd wish I was there to hold her when she cries. Precarious was my approach to calming her sane, baffled was my mind at easily she made me fall in love with her over and over again.  The only thing that made me feel alive was my lips to her forehead as I kissed her goodnight.  The smell of her skin made me feel right, the feeling of her empathy ended with a hug after every fight. They say love is a gift for anyone to receive, the heart is always the permission to do as you please. If I was her disease she was my drug. For the dementia wouldn't be measured by the Lord above. Strange was the feeling of connection when we were near. The disruption in the form of argument or fight when the distance between us left our relationship in a tangle. Our peace offering was her laughter that made my anger mild. A warm embrace in her brought out the child. See love is an illusion of the flaws you overlook, surrender your heart and you'd never get off that hook. So hold what you have dear to your soul, for one-day she will be there with you even when your love turns old.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks