I come back to my shell, her memories give me hell. I rescue my thoughts as reality sinks deep within. She was my favorite part of my life and my ever indulging sin. I grin at the thoughts of letting her talk, listening to her voice as my world is rocked by her beauty so cold. The touch of her hand on my face gave me warmth of melting gold. I bite down my tongue to shudder her name upon my lips as I twitch on this road. I have her no longer as I wait and ponder, as in my arms I did her body mould. She was and is and will be embraced upon my soul, her lips on mine as I stop and stare as her eyes sparkle as the stars in the sky. As she stays startled with care. I'm no longer by her as my heart no lays bare. Kind were her words as she broke my heart and I walked away with a prayer. Love is a gift I'd happily return for the world's acceptance is unprepared. A million pieces like shattered glass lay waste of what I once called a heart scattered on my soul, I remain scared and pick them up as cruelty never showed she cared. I dared myself and my pride to walk this path alone. Tis the haunting memories that make me anxiously groan. Her breath on my neck is felt upon this day. I convince myself she isn't mine tis but hard when love gets in the way.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
