Cold Love

A cold winter night just like any other day. She sat by the green pastures looking at up at the night sky and dark clouds so grey. Wondering if she was in his thoughts or ever passed by. Indeed, she did, every moment he did breathe. The want for her touch the taste of her lips was his need. Her beautiful brown eyes, her magnificent smile. Her dimples so deep like the abyss of sin, he missed kissing the cleft on her chin. Her face so mellow, tender and gentle. Her hair so soft as his fingers found it so easy to run through. He longed to love her again and this she knew. She waited for an apology, he anticipated her call so true. She missed his breath down her neck, everytime he whispered in her ear, "I love you". Her heart she kept caged as his brokenness developed his rage. His slit wrists and her shattered heart left their souls caged from the start. Like water his fingertips ran over her skin's trace. Each time he kissed her forehead while he held her face. Distance was never a problem as they lived across eachother separated by a door. He'd check her light which always would glow. He heard her sobs and wished he'd break through to catch her tears again. His pride was greater than his name of love. Tis a heavy feeling to loose the one you received from God above. The smell of his perfume reaked on her skin. The feeling of head on his chest was his sin. Losing her was always his fear, loving her drew him near. Death laughed when giving the task of separating them both their love was so dear. God, remarked on creating them for eachother was so clear. The devil dared himself to stay away from them out of fear. They'd pass by eachother and not say a word. Yet their souls were loud and shouted out that even deaf heard. He built up his courage and knocked on her door. With a ring in his hand and a bended knee he asked her "will you marry me?". With tears of joy in her eyes she held him tight sobbed her eyes out with a smile so radiant even the moon can't glow. She kissed him and said no, his eyes lighten up in shock, a tear rolled down his face as if time had stopped. He fell to his knees and asked why? She held him up and said "my pride". How the tides have turned upon his soul. He fell clinching his chest as his body turned cold. His soul slowly slipping away as his whole life passed by. The angel of death rode and stopped by his side. She smiled and knew she finally made him break. Revenge was sweet and he made a mistake. Trusting that she loved him still, he broke her spirit but not her will. She wanted him to feel shattered as she once did. She wanted him to feel helpless like an illiterate kid. Her name was on his lips as he did breathe his last. He is but a memory, and to her it's the past. Trust and love go hand in hand. Sometimes things don't turn out the way you did plan. Never let your pride guide you to love. Never hurt what was sent to you from God above. 

Written and composed by

Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks