Her broken heart is in pieces. I can't stick them together again. I can't hold her tears nor protect her from the weather so glim. Her lips are dry as she sits in pain. Her mind keeps wandering as she drenched her body in the rain to hide her sadness. These feelings of being lost causes the madness. Gladness seems far as her body aches for a hug. Her soul seems barren as she longs for love. The smell of her hair is now left without care. Whispering I love you in here ears isn't a possibility of getting there. She knows she needs me and I do too. Difficult part is making her know that I have a clue. She breaks my heart and I'm glad she does coz I accept that emotion with utmost love. She gives me sorrow knowing I can withstand pain. She knows I love her yet can't be with her ever again. Her skin longs for my fingers and touch. She looks back at the memories and like me misses me as much. She last held me 9 years ago as I said goodbye. We parted ways and unlike me she failed to cry. Today I stay strong coz she built up my soul, she gave me a gift called love that over which we both have no control. I crave not her body, but I feel her pain, I desire not her kiss, but wish to hear her voice again. I dream not of her beating heart, but I know her fantasy. I have her not as my wife but she knows if not for her mistake we were meant to be. The only thought that passes through my mind is hers. Those are the memories that bring tears. Yet the fear she drives out of my life. She has my heart and always will even though I know she wears his ring. I dare not say I miss her nor do I tell myself I love and care. I look at my chest in the mirror listening to the sound of my beating heart. Knowing you were once there when we did start. Here is the funny part, it's still beating and I have not a clue why my heart beats profusely fast when I think back of my favorite memories with you.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
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