Que sera sera

The rustling trees caught in the wind, the fresh smell of dew seeps in. I take a deep breath and render myself numb from within. The thought of her being my biggest sin. Lingers like a pricking sensation of a pin upon my skin. Her heart has no place for me anymore. Someone else makes her smile and kisses her to watch her skin glow. Her love was once meant for me alone. Everyday was journey and together we had grown. Her hand in mine was a comfort to my soul, she was mine to hold and love whenever I did please. Her voice always put my mind at ease. Relief was a pleasure I felt whenever I looked into her brown eyes. Knowing that she was only mine until the rising tide. I walk by the ocean and listen to the seagulls preach. The roaring waves and sand under my feet to reach. My blood runs warm as I look up to the heavens and wondered where did we go wrong. I stand in sorrow yet my tears have run dry, my fears have left me behind. The soul of a man broken as the world sees. I am not, I am stronger as can be. The taste of her lips lingers longer than I did perceive in me. The endless cigarettes don't end that beautiful feeling. I find myself kneeling and watching the sunset infront of my eyes. She is now but someone else's prize. Her lies was evident I could see through like a bride's veil. Her eyes gave her up, no matter how hard she tried she'd always fail. As darkness falls over this bright sunny day, my mistakes have always been grave in every way. No longer shall I reap in her memories, no longer shall I swallow my pride. No longer shall I stop my heart from trying to make my lost soul revive. Love is a cruelty bestowed upon man, you have your ideas God makes his plans. So avoid this madness of your heart at its rave. Love is a cradle slowly carrying you to your grave. Que sera sera!!

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The Hollow Heart

The rose always gets dew during the first rays of the sun. He looks through his memories of their frolic and fun. She makes his life wonderful during his journey's run. Her eyes captivate his soul, her heart to win is his goal. She takes his life in her control. He tries to take her breath away when he has her to hold. Her smile makes him feel like his heart is made of gold. She holds his hand and his knees go weak. He finally found true love which he did seek. Her breath on his neck during a warm embrace, is indeed his best place. Her face is beautiful which he wakes up to every morning with happiness and glee. He never imagined a life without her to see. The taste of her lips was his poison, as his heart coined in. The touch of her skin was his drug, he'd always sip her beer first from any mug. She'd tug away the blanket on a cold winter night he'd hold her close under the pale moonlight. He'd kiss her forehead to shut her up during every argument or fight. Her brown eyes would sparkle like the stars in the Milky way. He has tears running down his face thinking about her everyday. Her name lingers on his lips like the taste of stale whiskey. He calls out her name under his breath and thinks does she miss me? The smell of her hair roams his nostrils, her orange flavoured perfume is still divine. Falling madly in love with her was his fault and biggest crime. He sits by in an empty church and prays for her well being. Her happiness matters most even without him there it may seem. She keeps her distance and shuns him away so keen. He edges closer to his dead soul on which his mere life leans. No other woman's fingers fit perfectly between his palms like hers once did. No other woman can make him say the three words no matter how much love, they give. Any woman can love him right from the start. Alas! This fool will never give her his heart. He carts his sorrows and bites down on his pride, his tucks away his tears and his emotions he does hide. He watches the fire crackers and wishes she was near he'd kiss her under the open sky, and both the idiots burst out into tears. If mellow is feeling that the soul comprehends then hollow is the heart when she said it was the end. He now looks at women and wonders how much happiness surrounds them for all the world to see. He knows he isn't worth it yet he watches their smiles to read through their soul. He now grows feeble and old. He cannot love with a heart that has emotions which he killed. He's still the master with all the skills. He can still admire a woman's beauty through his eyes. He can still catch every tear she cries, he can still give her goosebumps with every kiss. But he cannot love you Miss. He cannot give you his heart no matter how hard you try, he develops feelings and immediately says goodbye. He makes you feel like he's the biggest mistake you've ever made. Fear will make a man break. His fear of hurting and going through the pain again. His fear of losing 13times makes him the worst. He seeks not sympathy yet swallows their curse. He watches them settle down and have happiness and offsprings to their name. He still stays reminiscent of her pain, if she comes back again his pride shall win the battle. He walks the earth like a shepard-less cattle. He can't settle for less nor will his heart try to help him let go. Welcome to the world of a broken hearted soul.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks