Me, myself and I

One-day fine day I will no longer cry. My tears will finally run dry, I will be cold yet will want no hand to hold. My soul may die as it enters the black hole. I will ride solo till I grow weak. One-day tis not love that I will seek. I will slumber with my demons that keeps my writhing in pain.  One-day my reflection in the mirror will not let me see shame. One-day on the curtain call, I shall be no more the shadow of the man I once was. My strength shall be the cause, of me being sane. Saved in the nick of time from above , I shall be sick of the same old love. Her voice shall no longer ring in my head, I shall no longer walk the earth with a soul that is dead. No longer will I feel her fingers on mine. The taste of her lips will be my crime. The smell of her skin shall be my sin. I will not lie she is but missed by my soul. For I have her heart no more to hold. Hence, my love is what makes me die.  I will be back one-day to just me, myself and I.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks 

I've become a memory

Sometimes you become the memories of her past. You wear on this smiling mask to let the world see how wonderful it can be. Yet you cry when you see her texts. With tears in your eyes you reply to the rest. You long for her fingers between yours to keep the feeling fresh. You remember her beautiful brown eyes that let's you fall in love with her every single time. Letting her go remains fresh in your mind, that painful feeling in your chest. The moments of joy like the dead now rest. You wish she knew how much you cared, how much you needed her and you were always there. She thought you weren't in love, but little did she know that's all God created you to do. Never to be loved in return, never for her heart for you to be earned. I learned the hard way once again in that she never wanted to be mine. You wake with the sunrise only to find. She slips away like the hands of time. She is not your future as you once dreamed. She cannot love you as it seemed.  So never make promises you can never keep, never tell someone you love them when you know you don't. It is but a temporary token. I will one-day feel no more pain for you cannot break what is already broken.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks