He stared up at the stars and looked back at the scars. As her memories flashed by. He smiled as she brought joyful tears to his eyes to cry. She was his beautiful sin, he was her marvelous lie from within. His face would be her smile as she opened her eyes. His lips to her forehead with a morning embrace. She'd always have his smell on her skin. As the taste of her lips lingers. The strands of her hair on his fingers. He'd wait to see her beautiful brown eyes they could douse his anger so wild. She'd wait for his warm embrace, putting her tantrums in a distant place. She'd fear him finding someone new with grace. He'd fear her saying goodbye without a trace. The passion and love would flow like rapids in a river. Every touch of his brought about goosebumps and shiver. For fear never gripped love so young, yet habitually a song he sung as she laid her head to rest. Without his singing her sleep would not find her at best. She gave him hope and love, he gave her all he had. So how could so grand turn out so bad? She found another with a song to sing, someone new to actually wear their ring. She kept him close and never said goodbye. He looks in the mirror shattered to watch his soul die. No more tears does he cry no more, fears does he hide. Many have come to help pick up the pieces. How can you stop water from seeping through the cracks of so many. How can you love someone who dwells in the past for all the years of his life. He cannot see anyone else become his Ms.Right. So a wandering soul is what remains, he feels no remorse, or pain. Love was their gift which they both returned. He kept his ego, and she a lesson to learn. He'd never forget her love that let him to melt for a while. She'd never forget all about her being his pride to call. He remained blind to see his pride being his downfall.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
