Her persona my prize, her beauty left my sins to hide. I cried the day I saw her wear his ring. No longer was she my favorite song to sing. With pride I had her hand to hold. Walking down the streets familiar and know. We had grown in a manner, that no one could explain. Her lips on mine silenced my name. This emotional state of mind left me maned, thoughts of her beauty left me delusional and nearer to my grave. Perfect never was enough to tell her what my eyes did behold. Now she's gone and the winds turn cold. The bold feeling of me turning old and having her no longer to hold. Her eyes my escape from all the pain, the memories haunt and drive me insane. The touch of her skin on mine gives into my sins for all to see. Peace is no longer a choice I have, love is not a gift to make me glad. I cannot fathom we no longer have a relationship of care. I look up to the sky and at the stars I stare. I wish this was dream I'd wake to see tis was a lie that the love of my love is not with me. Reality hits me and I clearly see my broken heart and every piece loves you and misses thee.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
