Mellow and subtle are the words that flow from her mind. Care and compassion with togetherness helps you bind. As I lay my head to rest, I stand by her side at her best. Holding her hand at her worst is a test. She claims your heart with beauty astounding. The touch of her hand makes your heart going pounding. The surrounding of her voice embezzling your pain The taste of her lips on your tongue remains. Years go by as she stays on your mind, she is the only one who can make still the hands of time. The moments we cherish we never speak of the same we treasure them all the same. The smile on her face as I pass through her mind. Can't be replaced by any means of treasure you find. Yes I am not perfect I make mistakes and make you cry. I do have the feeling of dying inside. You by my side is an honor to walk this road. Blessed am I to have your heart to own. Yet, I am unworthy of the things that makes me feel pain. I douse myself in alcohol least I go deranged. She isn't my remedy or cure, she my drug that leaves me galore.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
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