The look in her eyes tells you the truth. That smile looks magnificent and cute. Sudden pout makes you shout volumes of love. She looks like an angel sent from above. The feeling of her hair on your fingertips, the taste of lips last longer than eternal time. Breaking her heart should be considered a crime. Like lime to a tongue her anger is sour, her presence gives some sort of electrical power. As you strive to be a better man. She is the one with the most cleverest of plans. Her hug is tight and she doesn't easily let go. You miss her every second and fail to show. Little does she know how fortunate you feel, to love her with things so surreal. You'd make a deal with the devil for your soul to see her happiness never turn grey. She'd be clueless of how easy it is to fall in love with her everyday. Her childish behavior is admired with amusement by you. The moments you'd treasure seemed like alot but only a few. It plays back in your head now that she's gone. She's left you in darkness with a broken hearted song. The melody of passion, and the tune love with the rhythm of care. Into the blank open spaces you now stare. Scared of the past your future is brittle. The present so meek as hope remains little. You try so hard to never fall in love again. You cannot stop yourself from admiring the beautiful women all the same. Like an astronomer you count the stars, you look in the mirror and regret the scars. How could you give a broken heart to anyone even for fun. None is the answer and they don't deserve that. The fun of life is that fact. The pact you made with your own reflection as you look at your soul of deception. Never let anyone walk out of your life who cares, never let your story end there. Hangon you can win your fight she might be your miss right.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
