Love and compassion displayed so true. Her heart did at one point of time belong to you. With bliss and joy you held her hand. You touched her soul and made her feel grand. Her voice was the last sound that you could hear. Her breathe on your chest, as that was her pillow, she always clung on to you for dear life. She considered herself to be your Ms. Right, she use to light up your world with love and care. Share your happiness and hold you through your despair. Her tears never hit the cold hard ground. Your hand to catch them was always around. Killing me softly with her pain, the secret weapon she had to her name. Like I child she always had my arms to warm embrace. My fingertips on her face will find the smile which I can trace. I graced her soul like the rising sun. A whisper of 'I love you ' and I'd see her eyes glitter with happiness beyond compare. The beautiful brown eyes that I watched so close with care. I've seen them closed as I stare at her beauty while she's asleep. The frown on her forehead pushed away as I hold her with peace. I'd become compassionate and caring that was my fear. I felt myself slipping and turning weak. I was alright to become a man with a heart not made of stone. We'd laugh together and have eachother when the winters get cold. She broke me when she was my fix. Like a drug addict I was addicted to her kiss. Yet, she was addicted to mine. But we never admitted it to eachother at any point of time. We rather thought of walking different patches and paths. As human beings our pride was what carried apart. She did not render the possibility of having me in her plan. I was the one who by her arrogant choices never took a stand. Yes I now understand we both were to blame. Problem is each of us never could tame one another. You were wild and young and free. I was driven by ambition and what I could make of me. Today you have your freedom, and I kept my goals. You have your family which you wanted and I have my goals. I see the problem I have u no longer to hold no matter how cold the night gets. And he just isn't me to love you till death.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
