The voices in your head, give you unrest while I lay in bed. As her beautiful memories haunt, my emotions twiddle and taunt. Her beauty always left me profound. I feel her presence all around, confounded are the emotions that course through me all the same, I seek the pleasure of having her in my arms once again. Guilty is the feeling that leaves me deranged, cluthing my heart I am once again estranged. My demons prick at my wounds that grow, her name on my lips is like poison but slow. It devours my self righteous pride. These moments eat me alive as I try so hard not to hold. I can still smell her hair even with my cold. Her love was my refuge, her care my strength. Her lips my toxication of a day well spent. We'd talk about how our lives would change as we grow old together. We'd stay strong through the stormy weather. Like birds of a feather I'd also stick by you. The wind may be strong but the moments it would last was a few. I wondered what it would be like to place a ring on your finger, that's a moment I can only wonder about as the years linger. Love is an illusion that can't be altered in anyway. Your heart was a prize for me to win everyday. I seldom think about how I went wrong, I still miss singing you to sleep your favorite song. I miss the feeling of my fingers running through your hair. I did all I could to show you how much I care. Hold you close when the demons give you a scare. Little did I know that you'd be my past, I was too blind to see something so good won't last. Now I bask in my solitude, while you raise a child. How I wish you were mine. Losing my soul was never easy to do. In every girl I meet I still seek you. I'm like a detective without a clue. If only I'd see if only I knew. I would have held on tighter and avoided letting you slip. I look in the mirror and find you not behind, I know I'm losing my grip on a soul that's dying and my mind.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
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