Tuesday, August 15, 2017

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

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