The loving soul

The heart is a very powerful emotions, the love that grows is a potion anf fuel for your soul. The memories you cherish with her will last till you grow old. As you hold her close in a warm embrace. Her love for you isn't created to chase. Her tears are meant to be caught, her care and love is your food for thought.  Caught up in this Web of emotions. Life then moves in slow motion. The closure she has is your eminent drug. Intoxicated you feel as you drown deeper in love. You are but broken as she renders no more comfort to to your heart. Your journey is now world's apart, carted with challenges and misconstrued souls.  You planned on loving her forever as your ultimate goal. No longer does she remain one the end of a call. No longer doesn't she text at all, you were only but a passing phase. Your no longer mentally retarded with her love as a craze. This maze called life is very distant and it may part. Even though you loved her and miss her from the bottom of your heart. This phase isn't as clear as it seems. Her being there forever was just a dream. You did all you could to to make her yours. Your obsession made her leave and that was the cause. Pause everyday as my reflection in the mirror is what I stare at with disgust.  It was truly love and not lust. But I must be completed as my transformation awaits. I have died a million times to make me great. I am but a wonder and she lives within me. The end of the tunnel was not as clear as can be. Her name was the breath on my lips. The pores of her skin lingers on my fingertips.  Her breath on my neck as I hugged her for our last goodbye.  Was the day my soul eternally died. I cannot cry the tears which no longer exist. Her love for me now is like my soul it doesn't exist.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks