Emotions are a key to every lock. You feel what you must with every ounce of blood that drops. Like waves to a rock it keeps growing, a beautiful woman asked me where do I see my life going? Well I have no emotions as I'm suffocated by struggle and pain. I look to the heavens I say why me again? Beloved is my misery, cherished is my agony, betrothaled is my sadness to my soul. I carry these burdens as I grow old. Cold is the feel when care and love is shown. Rendered speechless is my lips as my soul is not owned. Lone are my nights of desolation and coy. Her memories with my heart just toy. Several years gone by and she leaves me in the state of contemplation. My heart in a moment of complications. Persuasion of my sorrow and perusal of heart. Refusal to let her go is always a start, distressed is my favorite part of how I remember her near. Eradication of her memories leaves my soul in fear. As I remember her name as it lasts longest on my lips. I still remember the feeling of her hair to my fingertips. My grip on reality yet I am left insane. These are the moments of my emotions leaving me in pain. The songs of love have left me speechless I have no more lyrics to rhyme. I fight for survival with the hands of time. The rain is a constant reminder of my sins that I can't wash. Her absence from my life reminds me of the heavy cost. My thoughts left lost and my heart astray. Gathered by her memories of everyday. So if apologies could make things right, you with you in my arms we'd lay. Apologies can't rectify a mistake and correct what's wrong. Rhythm from lyrics can't always make the perfect song.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
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