She was a woman that kept my secrets and set me free. She broke my heart and lied to me. I suffered all that pain, but she was never to blame. She wasn't cheap, she was the one I shouldn't have let go. Her lips would ease my pain the flow of blood from my slit ribs left me numb and without pain. I attained and gained the experience she taught. I knew what it was like to hold on to what you got. She'd make her own decisions and clean up her own mess. She'd paint my pictures from her brain as if she was blessed. I'd run my fingers through the lines on her hands, she had 28 if I'd remember the exact count. Six beauty spots all over her body that's without a doubt. She'd wait for me to feed her and tuck her in to bed at night. She'd cling to me when the nightmares gave her a fright. I'd smash all that I could infront when we get into a fight. She'd just slap me to make things worse and not right. She loves my temper and hated me saying her name. I'm sorry I put you through all that pain and struggle. She was a woman that could make your joyous moments double. Her skin so tender and her hair so soft. She sounded cute when she laughed or even coughed. She'd sit and run her fingers through my hair, slap me when the smell of my cigarettes, made her care some more to make me quit. She'd slit her wrist to make me feel her pain. Chocolates were her favourite to her name. I'd wake up to her pout and deep in her sleep at night when nature would call, I'd find her by the door after I'm done and she'd say where did you go? Nowhere without you, I know. She'd crouch up like a child to its mother, and she'd hold me to fall asleep again in my arms. She'd feel relaxed and calm. Her eyes closed and yet she does but see. Now your with somebody who I cannot be. He brings you flowers talks about the birds and the bees. I watch your husband and you, the wedding ring and child, to see you're happy all this time I didn't have a clue. I met so many new, took them to all the places we had been to. They never did help me for the memories, I cherish loving them, and would make me perish and that's what is true. I find it difficult to move on because I had you.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
