Her presence

The sound of her voice soothes my soul.  I can listen to her till time takes it toll. I mould my heart to love her more and I cherish hers like lost and now found gold. I make my memories with her to cherish, now when she isn't around my soul surely does perish.  Her smile can brighten my day, her laughter is music to my ears.  I tried so hard to catch all the tears you cried. Tis in your arms I wished to die, I lay awake as thoughts of you run so free in my mind. I long to hold you close with peace of mind.  Your hand in mine makes me see wonders, I remain her comfort from the scary rain and thunder.  The blunders she commits I always forget and forgive. In her heart I wished do hard to reside and live. I am but nothing without her near, holding on tight brings about some fear where things would make me lose myself.  I am but done with all these tests, I think at best and hate myself at most. Sometimes I walk the earth like a ghost, as I miss her presence so dearly. Her feelings withering away is what drives the fear in me.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The reflection of her memories

The beauty of a woman captured so near. Her smile sticks to your heart so dear. Your fear is letting her go. The moments with her are cherished till you grow old. Like gold to a ring she embodies herself with you. Through the pain, heartache, and fights. She gets lonely every night. No one to hold her as she weeps herself to sleep. No one to have her heart to keep. No one to look at her beautiful face while she slumbers. No one to kiss her forehead when she's angry to make her humble. You fall and stumble trying to love her more with each passing day. You watch the sunshine disappear and the clouds turn grey. The day turns to night and they remain so cold. As she isn't around to have her to hold. Your whispers go in vain as her heart no long remains. Yet you cherish her conversations with alot of pain. You gain nothing yet you do it anyway.  You learn to live without her even till this day. Maybe you've forgotten but deep down some can see the truth, she loses her feelings everyday for you. Yet, you remember her and the memories that helped you bond. You remember her stupid questions and call her blonde.  She was your cure to take you away from hell with a wonderful plan that worked as you grew. Now your reflection in the mirror is of a shell of a man that you once knew.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks