Emotionaless

The dreams of a broken heart can never be mended. The good that heart possesses is evident and intended.  On bended knees he pleaded for mercy to make the memories fade. He was always meant to be broken with every slice of life's sharp blade. Delayed was his happiness and momentarily did his joy last. Now he walks the face of the earth wearing a smile as a mask that fades so fast. He asks God a question about why he lives in despair.  He was but created only to love a care. He stares up at the sky. Watching the days pass by, he holds back the fear. And lives a lonely lie, he doesn't cry, nor does he remember a prayer that once lingered on his lips. He feels her skin on his as she closes her eyes while he touched her face with his fingertips. reality grips a hold of his life, as he thought she'd one-day be his wife. He remains happy and joyful in his life. To know he is but alone, his spirit has grown like the tree that stands. He started to rebuild his walls, which no woman will find easy to break. He knows the reflection in the mirror is someone who will never forsake. The rustling wings of a bird caught in between a rope is how he flutters to break free.  thank God the world doesn't see the real me. Shattered is his heart with no remorse does he conceal.  The memories though remain a pest. As I now remain emotionless.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks