The sands of time hold no bounds. I am but lost seeking my soul to be found. The ground starts shrinking, like quick sand I kept sinking deeper into her love like a moviestar's fan. She seemed like a manifestation from above. Like a glove her hand fitted in mine. The smell of her hair so divine, like lime to a stone I was seldom needed. Making certain she didn't leave I begged and pleaded. Yet like dough I was thrown around and kneaded. The angels wept as two souls departed, with nothing but the memories we carted. We darted through our insanity and waltzed through our calamities. The familiarity of the situation impeded. Her chest held my heart and it was then needed.
I bleeded the moments I witnessed the agony and pain. Tis my egoism that was to blame as through the river I remained casted. I am but know as the inglorious basturd. I fasted and prayed for things to go right. I laid down my head and did all I could to avoid the fight. So as we set foot on this path and perilous journey. Tis her smile I am continously yearning. To cope with the hurt and heal my scars I'm but learning. I cannot feel nor do I know the pain anymore. Ever since you walked out the door. Making things so scary, and fearful is what I levy. I still wonder why is everything so heavy
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
