From the cradle to the grave

She longed for space, and he waited in the same place. Traces of his shattered heart, love indeed, tore him apart, he fell for her deeply and she didn't understand. He called her his woman, she lied when she said you're my man. Alcohol and nicotine are no longer his friends. He remembers the times they spent. The walks, the conversations and the moment that lasts so true. He never thought his memories of her would be but a few. He grew stronger but his soul is broken and weak. Her beautiful smile and her eyes he'd look into with his piercing glare. He'd sit for hours admiring her beauty as he'd stare. She never knew what this was called and he didn't give it a term. He'd always stick by her like teeth with morning germs. He yearns for her touch and begs God to take away his pain. He is no longer what we call sane. Her gentleness, as her voice calmed his soul while rage built in his mind. He'd always think about her till the end of time. She walked into his life like a calming breeze, and swayed away without the memories. He sits in his darkness and ponders where did he go wrong. He had to break his promises tis but something he hates to do. He never will trust anyone else, including himself or you. The smell of her skin reaks through his nose. As his desire to lay his eyes upon her one more time, stronger it grows. His demons were once upon a time his foe, they are now allies and hold him close. Along with his angels and he hates that fact. She isn't mine anymore tis his bitter pill to swallow. His soul is now empty and but hollow. Her fingertips on his arm he feels till this day. He counted every mole on her body without her knowing in anyway. Obsession is a dangerous feeling and he hates that about himself. He tells not this brokenness for sympathy to be felt. He tells of this tale as people understand pain. Giving your heart away has a price to pay, if she walks away leaving you with your soul in a cage and a razor on the wounds when your beard you do shave. Problem is he is but a fool who will love her from the cradle to the grave.

Written and composed by

Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks 

Tis her heart I own

He sat by the night sky waiting all day to hear her voice over the phone. That call never came and he sat counting the stars alone. She stole his heart with just her smile, she didn't understand how he felt about her inside. She became his pride and he basked in her glory. Holding her hand was just the beginning on his love story, her eyes changed colour everytime he was around, her touch on his arm made him feel the calm and placed his feet firmly on the ground. He never told her those three words which people abuse, yet she knew what she meant to a man who's sticks to her like glue. Her hair so perfect and the smell of her skin so mild they'd intoxicate his soul all the time. Her thoughts run through his mind like the stream that flows through a river. When she whispered in his ear his spine would quiver. Her breathe on his shoulder would make him want to hold her close. She sparked up a side of his which he killed for years at the most. She placed her lips on another and her name was stuck on his. He felt betrayed and yet he forgave, she made her way back into his heart. He kept the promises he made. She slowly pushed him aside and never intended to stay. The distance killed his spirit and you can't break what's already shattered to bits. She left a scar so deep that reality can't bring him to grip. He is but a fool to understand not says the world. He always did choose the wrong girl. He looks upon his reflection and sees the scars and lives in pain. He sits in his darkness and counts the scars over and over again. He waits for her return tis her smile that he yearns,  once again to have her hand to hold and say proudly tis her heart I own. Till that day comes he places her name on his lips repeating "flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone, tis your heart I own".


Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks