Her broken dreams he tried to fix, his pieces together she tried to click. Sick of the torture hurt by the pain. They both tried so hard to make it work over and over again. As moments they treasured, tis pleasure they didn't seek. His smile was her refuge as her happiness he tried to keep. As sleep filled her eyes his arms a pillow for all her life. Like a knife to his throat he treasured her close, he clings on to her memories like the Holy ghost. As he tosses and turns wishing she was around. He let's his feet hit the ground as reality draws him near. Losing her was his fear, his tears are dry and he cries no more. She took all that he had and walked out the door. The glow on her face now distant and disappeared. Nothing anymore is vivid and clear, everything seems gloomy his life dark and disdained. All they feel is suffering and pain. Surely he cannot forget his past, he wears the smiling mask. As he basks in her memories and blots out his name. This is the woman that owned his heart all the same. No one shall dare to take her place, no one else's embrace shall match her beautiful face. Sometimes tis easy to do what you must, now you understand the difference between love and lust. Passion is a gift as you steal her heart. Sorrows and woefulness is what you cart, you start to finish and the destination unknown. She no longer has you to call as her own. You feel all you could with a mind so sane. And now you feel like your friend is pain. So tis easy to keep your ego and pride, as watch your relationship die. So broken dreams aren't easy to fix as you anxiously wait for her embrace and kiss.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
