She never got my time, I walk this road lonely and filled with grime. She waits anxiously for me to be there. I tried so hard to show I care. At her pictures I stare, I think of the clue, the fear of slowly losing you. The moments and memories of your beauty and smile fills my soul. I cherish hee in my heart as I grow old. She molds herself to comfort her fears, I wish I was there to catch her tears. I taste her skin on my lips as her touch lingers on my fingertips so dear. She is the reason I see the glint of hope. Her kisses are my favorite survival rope. Love is but a gift at times and a curse when not appreciated. She longs for me to watch her smile and into her eyes I stare. She longs for me to love her unconditionally and care. I wish I could hold her I wish I could feel her breathe against my skin. I wish she knew she is my favorite sin. I wish see felt the way I do, the pain I feel not being able to see you, I wish you knew that your kiss lingers sweet. I wish you knew how much you mean to me. Tis this a story about love and absence does grow. I wish I could tell you how much it I'd I miss you so.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
