My broken soul

Happiness is a key to her smile, you hold her heart all the days of your life. She walks those miles thinking she's all alone. She waits up all night to hear your voice over the telephone. Her eyes light up every time your home. She weeps your name during every fight. She holds you close and tight as the open window beams the pale moonlight.  The nights seem short and the days so long.  You run your fingers through her hair as you sing her favorite song. You watch her eyes grow heavy and her body loosens up. You wake her up with breakfast in bed and her coffee cup with a kiss on her head. She hugs you tight instead to tell you she cares. The  stupidest thing you could do is stare like a clown. She looks adorable staring back with the confused frown. She loves her beauty sleep and power naps. She'd skip her meals unless you feed her when she sits on your lap. You'd cook her food and she'd watch with love. She talks about your children which the Lord will provide from above. She'd tuck herself in on a cold winter night snuggle up to you no matter how bad the fight. You're smell stuck on her as your cologne gives her goosebumps all day. She sticks to you like gum to a shoe in everyway. She hopes to turn old and grey with you always around. Soulmates like this aren't easily found, bound by love, passion and care. You'd give up all the wrong ways and leven, she the closest to heaven that you'll every be. She is the only angel in reality. Now we're just two wandering souls drifted apart, I picked up the pieces while someone else stole her heart. I was never rich nor will I ever be able of a fortune to own. She was my prized possession I cherished alone. I was never handsome, but her heart at ransom I kept. I am not perfect yet she made complete, all I have now is empty promises I still try to keep. I slumber not for I fear death shall part her path from mine for eternity.  She deserves happiness love, care and certainty. I was not written in your destiny nor you in mine. Your happiness matters as I watch the sands of time. They slip so easy and hard to hold. This a story of my broken soul.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks