If only she could see

 She walks down life's path, clenching her heart and that's what holds the pieces together. He follows behind like a hungry wolf protecting her quietly from the grueling weather. He creeps up behind to inhale the smell of her skin so divine, her touch he craves every single time. She looks up at the heavens and closes her eyes pondering on what might the good things in life be? He gazes at the night sky and wishes saying "if only she was beside me". The taste of her lips dwells on his soul like sin to a slanderous being, if only through his eyes she could envision herself and determine her remarkable beauty can be admired and seen. The feeling of anguish blazes within his heart as she knows not what it's like to be free, bound by the lies of why he wasn't right she left him to rot because of society. He lurks in the shadows watching over her like a guardian and yet an angel he is but not. She misses his touch and his embrace when he held her near as her heart was now filled with wrath. He isn't around to catch her tears she cries, he instead watches from afar and it kills him inside as his soul slithers, withers and slowly dies. He will oneday feel no emotions and experience no pain, till the day his lips speak her name. The broken hearted have no comfort or solace that can keep them sane. She remains his drug which he will not attain, she remains his soul which can no longer let him bear the pain. One day she will see what exactly he did crave, she will know how precious she can be to the one with right eyes to see, she will know what she meant to me. 

Written and composed by

Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Pieces

 The desires of the heart and craving of the soul, makes you feel so compassionate that you can't control. Like ashes in the wind emotions don't wither away, they remain till one grows old each and every day. The stormy weather brings forth pain, the good times don't last as you heart isn't the same. Distress and hatred fills you up, these burdens grow are like an overflowing cup. The rivers run dry, as we have but no more tears left to cry, the winters seem cold as we have only ourselves to hold. Loneliness is a gift, yet we fail to embrace, love is a great but finding that person who needs it is all we see, the one who deserves it, isnt yours to keep. The choices we make teach us the truth, you desire her heart and she doesn't give it to you. You pillow lays bare with the shell of a person that used to be there. Memories eat you alive torn between this life and things that are to come. Gone are the days of frolic and fun, gone are the moments you did so solemnly cherish, the pain and anguish makes you perish. Gone are the moments of laughter and pleasure. All you keep is your thoughts of the person you did once treasure. Nothing in this world stays for good, promises are broken as they should, God is the one who makes promises to keep, we as human beings need to remember that love doesn't last forever and ever, never expect your heart to belong to one. They love you for the time being and it's done. Gather your courage and pick yourself up, build up your pieces and become whole again without the popular people's thesis. Those pieces of you love like no other, so love yourself not another. 

Written and composed by

Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The Broken Hearted Love Story

As we walk down life's path, we lose our grip on reality and our hearts. Tis but the truth we fail to accept. Even if we take our last breath. She was no different and he was exactly the same, it began as children playin through the sunshine and always together through the rain. She knew what love was and deeply cared for him the most, he knew about kicking a football and having his fun at the most. She waited patiently and determined to love him more and more each day. Time passed by, he never did change, as teenagers they shared their first kiss, the taste of her lips made him feel bliss. She felt the butterflies in her stomach and the tingling in her toes. She knew as he did together they'll grow old. Alas! Life has a funny way of proving you wrong, this is their broken love story which angels sing as songs. He felt love like no other, he loved her more and more through every fight and stormy weather. She looked at another as most women do, she wanted to re kindle the spark she once knew. He was content with her in his life, he bought a ring to ask her, if she'd be his wife. She didn't say yes and told him the truth instead. He killed his heart and started thinking through his head, he hopped from relationships in an array, wether it's was from a year, month or day. Seeking her in every woman he caught, tis her memories that made him distraught. She now stays happy and far away from him as can be, as he looks down the bottle of his whiskey. Promising himself, if she'd ever come back the door to his heart would remain unlatched. After all these years he knows she wouldn't return, the boy grew into a man with lessons and experiences he did learn. A word of advice to those who give your heart so free to someone who says they would love you for all eternity. Trust them not and ask yourself why, the answer which is revealed will determine their lie. This love story shall no longer prelong, this love story will dwell in the soul like a unforgettable song. This isn't a love story anymore of the heart, this is a story of a man and his broken soul, his closed eyes shows him the woman he loved and the woman he did once dearly hold. He embraces the memories and has forgotten his past, he's kept his lesson and scars. 

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

His broken smile

He walks under the cold night sky, listens to the rumbling of the thunder as the first drops of rain makes him shut his eyes. Her beautiful face envisioned by his mind, her gorgeous brown eyes leaves him mesmerized. The feeling of her skin on his fingertips and taste of her lips on his tongue, the moments he cherishes passes him by. The rain washes his soul yet he remains undone, she was his sin he could never control, he never attempted to try and resist, all he did was make certain she top priority on his list. He wishes he could turn back the hands of time, just to see her smile, he wishes things would be different and he could hold her one last time, he wishes he could kiss her lips and whisper in her ear, to tell her how much he cares. He wishes she'd understand why he kept his promise and was always there. If only he could run his fingers through her brown hair, feel her forehead on his lips as his hand held her face when he did kiss her with care. She knows not what its like to walk around with a shattered heart, she knows not what it's like to lay in bed knowing the one, you love the most is someone you had to live with apart. He puts his pen to paper and writes of their memories he's stored in his soul, forever to keep and growing old with his broken heart. The rumbling thunder wakes him from his gaze, he touches his face knowing not if its tears or the rain, as the pain lingers and makes everything feel the same. He walks on as the path he is treading is cold, wet and dreary, he know his body tires and he all but weary. Miles and miles he travels the earth to catch a glimpse of her and watch her smile. He secretly admires and feels his happiness return for a short while. We tell our long tales of love stories and happily ever after, in reality it's mythical and makes the broken hearted burst out in laughter. He will one day return to dust from whence he came, but his love for her will always remain. 

Written and composed by 

Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks 

Bruised Pride

She looks up at the night sky and counts the stars above, as he gazes into the darkness as he does lay thinking about the woman he dearly loves. She thinks about him at every chance she gets, he will love her till he takes his last breath. She misses his kisses and he craves her touch. He longs for her face buried in his chest again so much, she waits for his fingertips to run through her hair that was when she knew he did care. She still has the butterflies in her stomach, as she pictures his lips on her forehead like they did every morning, as she'd rise with the sun. She thought it was fun, when their journey had just begun. He thanked God and thought it was his plan. He missed the taste of her lips and the smell of her skin cause he was her man, as he closed his eyes to hold her near. She misses his breath on her ear and loved the fact he caught every tear she cried. Fear gripped them as they wondered if they'd survive? apart. She had his soul to keep and he had her heart. Her beautiful face and magnificent brown eyes could steal his heart right from the start. His stupid smile upon his face and it could melt her heart as it began to race. He'd smile at her just to watch her dimples show up so deep with such persistence and grace. Her beautiful brown hair would cover her face, and he'd push it aside to admire God beautiful brilliance on his woman so perfect in her happy place. A million fights and they'd always end up under each others skin, always forgiving and indulging in being their own sin. He was but a man filled with pride and that's something he thought she did know. She looked at the world, and the friends she made looking at her freedom and the acquaintances that did grow. She longed for that fact of meeting someone new and finding love a fresh. She slowly moved away from him as he pondered and did fret. One fine day, he decided to promise her that death couldn't keep them apart. He went down on one knee with a ring in his hand and she said that 'i do' and he thought it was from the heart. She broke his heart before her vows could ever be recited, by his woman so smart. She found someone else and she was all but excited. He lost himself in seclusion and dismay and broke himself into pieces of more than a few. He tried so hard to find someone new, but every piece of him, loved her as shattered as he could be. He walks the earth like a soul wandering through, cold hearted and emotionless for all the world to see. His pride guides him through life's journey. Staying away from anyone who tries to break his walls so strong. He craves for love and desires the touch of a woman with his eyes he can hold dearly. Yet he looks for her everywhere as far as his eyes can see clearly. Tis, not a story for the world to marvel and stare but the story of a blinded lovefool upon wasted time when she didn't care. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Broken Pieces Of Me

He sits down under the moonlit sky with his broken heart, yet, not a tear in his eye but only their memories to cart. He looks up at the heavens and whispers her name, which lingers on his un-kissed lips wishing he could un break his heart. He felt his hope slipping as day by day on his relationship he did lose his grip. He misses her beautiful face and the feeling on her fingertips on his skin, which always made his heart skip a beat as she was his beautiful sin. The sound of her laughter and the glint in her eyes as he'd tickle her feet. He'd hold her close as she was his treasure to keep. The taste of her body and the smell of her hair was his intoxication as he did sleep, she was all along the woman who'd be shown the most amount of love and care by no one would be allowed into his life so deep. Her finger fitted perfectly between his, her smile blossomed and grew beautiful from the time they both were children. He grew up knowing not what love is and she grew up knowing not who could steal her heart. He was always first and took her breathe away with ease. Yet she wasn't the one you could easily please. Swayed away by strangers in a world he protected her from, she chose another and took her 8 years to realise their relationship was done. She needed her freedom and tried every one else to see if they could steal her heart too. But she went back to the memories of him which she all along did cart and told herself she will always come back to you. She was a little naive and gullible all the same. She missed his presence and wished she had worn his ring to earn his last name. The pain they both feel can't be measured as he treasured her every moment of his life. Now he dreams about the memories they created throughout his entire life, she closes her eyes and wonders what it would be like to be his wife. We tend to look for happiness in things that entice us most, forgetting what's infront of us which we once so dearly held close. Look not to entice and build your walls high. A stranger comes by to steal what's precious and breaks you from the inside. We participate willingly and can't consider it a crime, people steal not only our heart but also our years and time.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Hidden

A ghastly scare and he awakes from broken slumber. Gazing into the darkness as to touch and hold her again he does but hunger. His nightmares are constant as thoughts of her in his dreams warm his soul. He promised he'd love her all those years ago. The smell of her skin begins to kill him and he so well does know. No amount of rain can wash away the pain which always grows. He's stuck in the past, yet wears a smile upon that mask. He kissed her lips but loved her soul, he touched her face and she was his mortal sin. She will not leave his heart and his mind breaks him from within. As children their love grew and he was always there. The fault was his own, as she lost hope and forgot how much he does care. Pain has made him stronger and he has never had any tears to cry. Loving her was amazing, he never really wanted to say goodbye. Young love, as they say always runs wild and free, yet he's left with the broken pieces which needs her and doesn't  let him see. While she has closes her eyes and sleeps peacefully with someone who loves her more than he could ever do. How did this turn out is something he never knew. He isn't lonely, he just misses her and that's true. He never stopped loving her, he just learnt to hide his feelings better from her so nobody knew. 

Written and composed by

Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks  

Charred Halo

 He always walked down this narrow path, his halo charred and his broken mask. His soul distraught with memories of his past. The choices he made weren't always right, he always smiled and put up the good fight. The reminiscent feeling of holding her near, the taste of her lips is a pain he no longer has to endure. He feared if his brokenness would bend his will. The storm came and tried and he stood still. She isn't around as he reaches out for her hand, he can see what's planned. He chose to stay away after all these years, he sees how happy she is and that leaves him in tears. His fears resurface, and he recollects the time he picked up himself and left all this heart ache behind. He smirks with anger yet vengeance didn't seep back into his heart. He watched her stay happy and left his sorrows and memories of her which tore him apart. He looked up to the heavens and knew why God took away his feelings of and handed him his heart of stone. He doesn't care to cry for her as time does fly. He just walks away stronger thinking live and let die. 

Written and composed by

Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

From the cradle to the grave

She longed for space, and he waited in the same place. Traces of his shattered heart, love indeed, tore him apart, he fell for her deeply and she didn't understand. He called her his woman, she lied when she said you're my man. Alcohol and nicotine are no longer his friends. He remembers the times they spent. The walks, the conversations and the moment that lasts so true. He never thought his memories of her would be but a few. He grew stronger but his soul is broken and weak. Her beautiful smile and her eyes he'd look into with his piercing glare. He'd sit for hours admiring her beauty as he'd stare. She never knew what this was called and he didn't give it a term. He'd always stick by her like teeth with morning germs. He yearns for her touch and begs God to take away his pain. He is no longer what we call sane. Her gentleness, as her voice calmed his soul while rage built in his mind. He'd always think about her till the end of time. She walked into his life like a calming breeze, and swayed away without the memories. He sits in his darkness and ponders where did he go wrong. He had to break his promises tis but something he hates to do. He never will trust anyone else, including himself or you. The smell of her skin reaks through his nose. As his desire to lay his eyes upon her one more time, stronger it grows. His demons were once upon a time his foe, they are now allies and hold him close. Along with his angels and he hates that fact. She isn't mine anymore tis his bitter pill to swallow. His soul is now empty and but hollow. Her fingertips on his arm he feels till this day. He counted every mole on her body without her knowing in anyway. Obsession is a dangerous feeling and he hates that about himself. He tells not this brokenness for sympathy to be felt. He tells of this tale as people understand pain. Giving your heart away has a price to pay, if she walks away leaving you with your soul in a cage and a razor on the wounds when your beard you do shave. Problem is he is but a fool who will love her from the cradle to the grave.

Written and composed by

Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks 

Tis her heart I own

He sat by the night sky waiting all day to hear her voice over the phone. That call never came and he sat counting the stars alone. She stole his heart with just her smile, she didn't understand how he felt about her inside. She became his pride and he basked in her glory. Holding her hand was just the beginning on his love story, her eyes changed colour everytime he was around, her touch on his arm made him feel the calm and placed his feet firmly on the ground. He never told her those three words which people abuse, yet she knew what she meant to a man who's sticks to her like glue. Her hair so perfect and the smell of her skin so mild they'd intoxicate his soul all the time. Her thoughts run through his mind like the stream that flows through a river. When she whispered in his ear his spine would quiver. Her breathe on his shoulder would make him want to hold her close. She sparked up a side of his which he killed for years at the most. She placed her lips on another and her name was stuck on his. He felt betrayed and yet he forgave, she made her way back into his heart. He kept the promises he made. She slowly pushed him aside and never intended to stay. The distance killed his spirit and you can't break what's already shattered to bits. She left a scar so deep that reality can't bring him to grip. He is but a fool to understand not says the world. He always did choose the wrong girl. He looks upon his reflection and sees the scars and lives in pain. He sits in his darkness and counts the scars over and over again. He waits for her return tis her smile that he yearns,  once again to have her hand to hold and say proudly tis her heart I own. Till that day comes he places her name on his lips repeating "flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone, tis your heart I own".


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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Trust and Love

She gave her heart to a man she thought she did know. He gave a broken promises to hold on to as together they grew old. She loved the sound of his voice, he made her his option and never first choice. She tried so hard to hold his hand in every moment she got. He always made excuses to spend time away from her even though they hardly fought. She loved him dearly and wished he'd tell her that too. He teased her and hurt her in public her self esteem never grew. She'd pray for him each night that he'd become a better man. He'd always look for other women to be with yet he never planned. She dreamt of a wedding fit for a queen. She pictured herself at the altar saying her vows to him was reality to be seen. Quite keen was her heart to say she belonged to him. Good women love the wrong men and that's their sin. On a cold rainy night he walked into a church. He bent his knees and folded his hands and smelt the cold moist dirt. He asked for forgiveness and told God he'd try to change in every thing he did once do. Tears streaming down his face, as he remembered what his parents put eachother through. He was doing something he promised himself as a child of a tender age. He promised himself he'd be better than the man he never looked up to. He ran as fast as he could and knocked on her door even though she was but fast asleep. As the door swung open he held her close and he did bitterly weep. He apologized and said his promises he'd keep till the day he did die. Out came from the other room a man enquiring "who's this guy?". A friend who's emotionally disturbed and need me to be there she replied. He stood on her porch drenched from tears and the rain. He said "I love you" and always will no matter how hard the circumstances get or how steep life bends. She wept so hard and said "I can't, cause the other man at home is my husband". Shattered and destroyed he stepped back and tried to hold himself together. He then realised there was something strange about the weather. He smiled and kissed her forehead saying one day I'll understand. She led him on to believe she loved him and tis her plan. He walked to the church and bent his knees to pray once again. He wished his life was back to normal. Unfortunately it was never going to be the same. He finds it hard to trust someone, he hates the words "I love you". He stays as far away from everyone cause one person destroyed a future so true. People call him deranged, shallow and dark from the start. There is always a woman who betrayed a man behind a broken heart. Trust and love is a gift with a heavy price to pay. If you can't fulfill that price, those three wonderful words is something you shouldn't say. 

Written and composed by

Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

It wasn't meant to be

She walked by him, and her fragrance swirled through the air. As she passed by he couldn't stop himself but stare. Her straight brown hair whisked with her stride. Her lips so soft parted by a smile. The most beautiful creature of a woman his eyes laid fixed upon. He thought about her from dusk till dawn. Embedded in his heart, he prayed for her happiness everyday. He didn't know her name. Yet her beauty clung to him like a bee to a flower in the wind. She'd be a man's blessing and not his sin. He knew he never caught her eye and always pictured her radiant smile. Thoughts of holding her hand, made his toes tingle. A woman that beautiful can't be single. He told himself to forget and move forward cause he can't deal with lament. He watched her pass by him after a few years had gone by. She lost her smile and her tears dried her pride. Never did he work up the nerve to even ask her for her name. He still saw her beauty all the same, one fine day. He saw her quietly seated, he asked if she'd mind if he said hi and greeted. She said she was waiting on a friend who was stopping by, he looked through her soul and noticed the lie. He smiled and wished her the time before her friend came. She said it out loud, "Kaitlyn", Kaitlyn is my name. She stretched out her hand and he felt her soft skin as he shook it in delight. She said it's a pleasure to meet you. Milady, the pleasure is mine to acquaint with you too. They talked for hours and he noticed the bruises on her arm and neck. He quietly sat by and smiled as he analysed every scar and her almost nearing death. Years went by and their bond grew stronger without any regret. He met her one fine day in the pouring rain, he knew quite well she was a victim of physical abuse. He loved her dearly and didn't want fear to grip her if his feelings were to be let loose. They stayed the closest friends and on that day she held another man in her arms with an umbrella to shade her from the rain so hard. She handed him her wedding card. Saying you have to be there your my best friend. He smiled and said "definitely, I'm here for you till the end". He watched her at the altar exchange her vows. The most beautiful bride he'd ever seen made him only say "wow". She was full of joy and breaking out with glee. He said to himself it wasn't meant to be me, she and her new found love walked out the church door. He went back to being a recluse that was the only life he did know. Sometimes it's okay to love someone for all eternity from a distance, your soul and heart for them will still grow. Watching them happy is satisfaction one will never know. If you love someone and you see them happy, don't question yourself and take a guess do I love them? Are they gonna say yes? All you can do keep them in your heart and bless. Happiness shall follow you no matter how difficult the test.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Jealous

She lays her head down on her pillow after her tearful night. The sparrows perch by her windowsill as the sun shines bright. The fight that lasted, as he said it's over and we are through. He sits by his bedside wondering, if it was the right thing to do?. She makes her mind up and uses her pride,  showing the world she fine and found all of life's clues. Moving on wasn't easy but she found someone new. Years go by and he wishes things were the same, and it wasn't memories a few. Together their love grew, like blossoming kin. Now, he's jealous of the rain that falls upon her skin, it's closer than his hands have been. He's jealous of the wind, that ripples through her clothes it's closer than her shadow. He's jealous of nights, he doesn't spend with her, wondering if he's perfect, the one you lay next to. He's jealous of the water that's touches your palms, his hands would hold hers so perfectly making her feel protected and calm.He's jealous of your tears that roll gently down her face. His lips, once upon a time could trace, he's jealous of her sweat, that forms upon her nose which she'd bury in his chest when it was cold. He's jealous of her comb that slides through her hair, his fingertips were once always there. He's jealous of her pores which keeps her scent so sweet. They'd linger within his soul as he did sleep. She walked out the door and he had his heart to keep. But he always thought she'd come back, tell him all she found was heart break and misery. Hard for him to see that she's happy without me. All he ever wished for her was the best of this world, could give. There isn't anything else for her to forgive. She did live and his soul did die. He's jealous of her heart that it beats for someone new. He's jealous that it doesn't beat for the man she once knew. 

Written and composed by

Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Buried Treasure

Her radiant smile so beautiful and mild. Like a child he calmed her nervous as she felt her patience run so futile. She melted his heart so and his nature so wild. He caught every year that rolled down her face, he kissed her forehead after every warm embrace. His traces and scent lingered on her skin, the touch of her fingertips felt like she was his willing sin. The taste of her lips satisfied his hunger for her soul. All she desired was him to hold, cold were their nights as they lay apart, his stupid name for her was "little fart". Her tiny and delicate hands fitted perfectly between his corn laid palms. He was not only her love but protector from every sort of harm. She kept his promises and he swallowed  his pride. He waited anxiously to make her his bride. Wide was their path and the journey never ending. With all the challenges and inappropriate turns bending. A lending hand a guiding voice, they had not, eachother forever is what they thought. It wasn't to be, and tis but the truth we see. She chose another and he let her slip away. He has his sleepless nights regretting that decision till this day. She buried his pictures along with his gifts. He kept everything and smiles while looking at it. The pleasure he got from just smelling her hair, he preserved each strand from the comb that now lays bare. The sound of heavy breathing as she tip toes from behind to give him a scare. The pieces of her broken mirror he shattered remains in his closet boxed up without a care. He glances at what she left behind and is reminiscent of the memories of theirs. She looks at her child and wonders if she hadn't made a mistake. She'd be with the man she loved and his last name she didn't take. She secretly looks at his poems and reads them with tears streaming down her face. No longer is he around to catch them and she misses his embrace. The smile on his face as she says something silly after every fight. She missed his tight hugs and his irritating bite. She can't control her fears and he now can't control his tears. Tis but a love story of two people push apart, he keeps the memories while she keeps his heart.

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Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

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

Till death do us part

He wished upon a falling star for love he seeks and couldn't find. She walked right into his path as they say love is indeed blind. Her kindness and gentleness was hard to find with anyone soul who walked the earth. He always thought she was an angel from heaven unlike us created from labour pain and child birth. Her hair so brown the autumn leaves would shy away in disbelief. Her smile so broad and dimples so deep the ocean could be measured while it sleeps. Her touch so gentle her kisses so mild. Even to an infant child one can't compare. The smell of her skin his biggest sin, losing her gave his heart a scare. His love and care grew like a blossoming flower as every hour passes by. He tried all he could and made certain she didn't cry. He counted the days and celebrating each one as of there isn't a tomorrow. She'd rest her head on his heart as he'd bury his nose in her hair and slumber forgetting his pain and sorrow. He'd watch her sleep and wake up to a bright new day to tell her she's so beautiful. He'd fold his hand on bended knees telling the Lord how thankful he is once again. She wore his ring and bore his child a replication of her beauty in a daughter. Alas! Her soul no longer walked the earth, indeed her body returned to the dirt. He sits every morning looking outside his window wondering if she still cared. The bright morning sunshine and an unchanged pillow case with strands of her hair. He dresses his daughter and thinks of his wife who left this poor child in his care. He wishes she was around when his daughter asks ' do I have mummy's eyes or hair?'. He couldn't bear to tell his little girl you look just like her now, he hold her tight and bursts into tears and stops himself from crying out loud. Her hair as brown as the autumn leaves and eyes beautiful as the fine crystal glass. He loves her more than life itself and watched her grow up so fast. He used to tell her stories of how his wife and him did meet. He made smile ever so often cause just as her mother her dimples were that deep. She loved her father even though his hair turned whiter than snow. She spoke a eulogy near his grave and she shed not a tear. My mother awaited my father's return and they now are together without fear. I shed no tears for I know he's happy the sunshine today makes it clear. Death did keep them apart cause I was what kept my father alive. He would have been reunited a long time ago cause he loved me but not as much as he loved his wife. I am but their child and he is gone to start his marriage again. Looking at me saying these things may make you think I'm insane. The truth is that and love is a bond which one cannot explain. She showed him what love was and he replicated the same. Love is but a emotion to some felt by only a few. If you don't feel the same way about her about telling her 'I love you'.


Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Gentle

She is strong like the wind, yet as fragile as a rose.  As angry as a hungry lioness, yet her love for you grows. She longs for your embrace, she loves the feeling of your fingertips on her face. She closes her eyes each time you draw her near. The smiles so beautifully every time you literally catch her tears. She fears her heart breaking as the deer fears being a predator's prey. She waits to hear your voice eagerly every single day. Her cheeks turn pink and her dimples wider than the ocean, each time you hold her hand or kiss her forehead, she can't control her emotions. She places her head on your chest as that's her best pillow. Even her breathing heavily is as gentle as a willow. Her laughter is the best sound which one can hear. You play back all these memories when she isn't near. She goes out of breathe as you hold her from behind and whisper in her ear. The solace of words she longs to hear. Tis the sweetest sound like a flowing stream on a hot summer day. She quenches her love and yet still hungers for you in every way. The smell of her skin is more intoxicating than any spirit or drug ever found. She is your sin but love is what keeps you away from being hellbound. Your fingertips find themselves running through her hair. All you can do each morning is look into her eyes and stare. They pierce through your soul like an arrow on fire. She is your love and passionate desire. You never tire of telling her you care, promising you'll always be there. Your love for her blooms faster than a flower during spring. You love the way she sings as you gently pat her to sleep. She is the one you'd always hold onto and keep. She wears not your ring but she is your everything. Her heart belongs to you, her body and mind too. As thoughts of you form in her mind like clumps, your breath gives her goosebumps. The smell of your perfume fills her nostrils even though your just a few steps away. She swings open the door with a smile to say I knew it was you. How she does that you don't have a clue. Your presence and arms around her turns that frown to normality. A sense of comfort to tell you always stay near me. She is a woman, but completes your soul. She is the one you wake up to and with who you see yourself grow old. Special is her heart that you seal it away. As you fear someone stealing her from you someday. Tis but foolishness to think someone else can make her feel the way you do. She considers you her refuge, love and care. Indeed it's hàrd to love a woman when these types of feelings aren't there. Never tell her I love you unless you really feel it's true. Cause repairing her heart is impossible cause she has trust issues. Love her while you are still breathing, cause even if your gone. Her heart for you is still beating.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The last kiss

He dwells in the darkness and looks out his window every night. Wishing he could hold her once again and make things right. He suffered the consequences of his actions by choosing his passion over her love. He now does what he loves but is hollow as he grows old. She wanders through day by day searching for someone new. At night he has someone to hold on to. But she wishes it was someone she once knew. Peace isn't a friend of his and love to her hasn't been kind. What he saw was her beauty and loved her till the end of time. He will not try replacing her as her fond memories he does keep. He suffers through his sleepless nights, as she cries herself to sleep. Consolation is for the pitiful and rendered love they both seek. Tis a foolish shame eachothers heart they couldn't keep. She's always on his mind as he is always on hers too. Not a day goes by that he doesn't tell himself, how much I miss you. She kisses the lips of another and keeps her eyes closed, his fingers aren't streaming on her face as he isn't the man who loves her the most. He'd push her hair behind her ears and look into her eyes. He'd whisper in her ear so close I'll love you till I die. He kept his word and she took her broken heart away. He wanders through this desolate plain with her memories making his hair grey. He holds no one else's hand as her fingers between his he can still feel. He walks by her house each day seeking glimpses of her is surreal. His heart is overjoyed and his excitement he can't withhold. His promise of their future was to watch her grow old. He doesn't have wealth, he never knew his future would become his past for eternity. He loves her more than life itself, for her he'd happily go down on one knee. He wishes the ring she now wears belonged to him. He wishes she was his kin. He wishes she knew how much he needed her close. He wishes she'd understand no one else can love her the most. He knew her like the back of his hand. Her pout, her smile the dimple that was more radiant with time. Her brown hair that matched the colour of her eyes. He watched her on her wedding night as a stranger in the crowd. A tear rolled down his heartless face he now pictures her in her beautiful  gown. He sits alone in silence and solitude thinking about her from a picture frame. On his lips lasts her name, which he recites every second of his life. He can love no other he can't make anyone else his wife. He can't ruin another woman's life. He stays away now as she requested him to do so. That's what happens when you let love slip away and go. If you own her heart and forget why you took it in the first place. Admire her beautiful face and tell yourself why you love her the most. Stick by her side as close as the holy ghost. Remember why she's yours and how it feels to hold her in your arms. How much it means to never let her go. You'd be happy to know rather than having her presence missed. Love her everyday cause you don't want to know the feeling of a last kiss.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Undying Love

She lays her head down on her pillow and cries herself to sleep. He isn't by her side to hold her close and have his love to keep. She stares put her window, and wonders if he'd ever come back? She's walked off a cliff so steep, tis affection and care she does lack. She longs for his soul, his embrace she does miss, her skin and forehead can't feel his lips, her can no longer melt from his kiss. She stares at her hand and wondered how easily it fitted in his. Her heart wanders the desolate earth as she sees every man's smile but his. She craves his touch and her finger looks bear without his ring. She plays his favourite song and along with it she does sing. Her skin bears his name tattooed while her heart has embedded his soul. Her love for him will never die even though old age does but grow. Years go by as she walks by his house wishing he was there, wishing she could see if he's happy or would he hold her tight, or at other they'd just stare. She misses the fights and arguments she'd never win, she'd shut him up with just a kiss. He'd smile right kiss her back and say about you this is something I hate. She sat down one-day and realised he never will come back he's happy without her and that's but a fact. She walks home that even and finds flowers at her door. The aroma of his cooking fills her house and her is filled with joy even more. He smiles and says did you miss me? as runs to embrace him tight. They burst into as they know that fight wouldn't last and wasn't right. His egoistic behaviour and her annoyance to prove a point did nothing but ruin their lives. Sometimes you must let go of you pride to see her shining in the light. No matter how big the issue or brutal the fight. All you need is eachother to things right. It's easy to hold on to anger and easier to hold her close and love her the most. The choice is your which one would you choose?

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Happy birthday mummy

He gazes at the night sky, counting each star that twinkles so bright, as the memories pass by and thoughts of her smile longer on his mind. He remembers the day he opened his eyes for the first time and saw your smiling face. You'd sing to him hymns and kiss his nose while you watched his sleep. You helped him walk as an infant cause his balance he couldn't keep. He wished he spent more time with you instead of with the girls he barely knew. Your presence is truly missed and festivals don't feel the same. He wasn't someone who's gonna make you proud, whenever she'd chastise him he wouldn't make a sound. He wishes heaven wasn't that far and his wings haven't grown. He wishes she didn't have to go so soon to a place he can't follow. His soul is now distant and hollow. A mother so special and unique that she can't be replaced in this sorrow. Years have gone by and it's god's plan. I need you mummy I'm in a bit of a jam. I wish I could have been a better son. I wish I could have more ice cream with you. I wish I could have been able to make you feel happy every single day. Of only wishes came true. I'd get to once again see you. Thank you for the values you bestowed on me so true. Sorry for the times I hurt you. I wish this poem could travel to heaven so you could read it in your mind aloud. I feel if you're around I'd get to see you without any doubt. If you could see me now you'd know my hair is turning slightly grey. Just like every year i wanna say happy birthday. Even though I know it's two day ahead of time as usual.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks