The storm sets pace in a soul that lays waste. Like a hurricane she brought about winds of care, like thunder she'd make me feel her presence and take me unawares. She is but worthy of love so true, lucky is the man who ever owned you. Her name still lingers on your lips and spills out everytime. The touch of her skin is reminiscent on your mind. She is your favorite song which plays on repeat. You anxiously wait when you next get to meet. Her smile spread wide like a disease, you gaze upon her and will know how contagious it can be. You smell her hair, and hold her face in your hand. You kiss her forehead although that was never planned. The stars in the sky bring you more peace then you'd know. Her knowing she is safe in your arms makes her love grow. She will never let you go nor you shall her. But your demons create fear. Your obsession and posessiveness grew wild like a burning flame, she tried to calm the fire which can't be tamed. She then found another that took your place. Tears never rolled down as this man sits heartless upon the earth's face. No one knows what it's like to be a this bad man. No one looks at the sad man behind brown eyes. He conceals well the truth, he will never seek another as his heart belongs to you. You maybe gone and will never return. Unfortunately he always looks back and for you he yearns.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
