Haunting memories

Her simple life makes me jump with glee. Her smile embedded in my mind for all eternity. Tis her love that left me in dire, her embrace set my soul on fire. Those dimples on one side of her face as she smiled while saw that same trace. With grace she mellowed my flaring temper.  Her love makes me exempt her from my wrath. Little did I know that years from now we wouldn't be walking on the same path. Like child she was all I had. I know i wasn't caring enough and that made you made. As you'd wait for a phone call or a text which never came. I was definitely to blame. Her name is always on my mind, her memories I can't leave behind.  I was indeed blind to not see the truth.  Her pout was ever so cute. All the other women who walked in to my life, tried all they want but could never be my miss right. Tis always a place I keep reserved in my heart. That's always you right from the start. Years have gone by and at the memories I stare. I wish you were there, you taught me not to be heartless and broken to tears which I used to cry. Surely since you've gone my soul has died. Losing her was a gift she'd lift. In her life now I'd never fit, her perfect beauty. Left me in awe now she has someone who's making sure. He loves you more than I'd ever could. Of which I know you stay happy. I'm half the man he'd ever want to be and I feel crappie. So happiness is now what you have as its something you always wanted. I know that you'd make his perfect wife. But by your memories I am haunted.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Admiration

Her beauty and grace lasts long upon her face. Her smile shows you happiness and traces to her soul. You could stare at her beauty till the time you grow old. These tales foretold never forgotten.  Her smile like the rising sun and her touch as soft as cotton. The moments of love are special and cherished. Her breathe on your ears as she tells you how much she cares. The truth of her life makes you stare. Her eyes speak volumes of what makes her lips stay sealed. Her name on your and salvation is all you feel. You kneel before she walks through the door. Not of submission but how much you love her to let her know. The glow on her face as she can continously smile. You see the glitter of joy in her eyes. Purified is the pieces of you with simplicity of her presence in your life. Tis this that lats forever all throughout coz it's right. God marvels at his creation so perfect with care. She'd make you say that you'd always be there. Not coz you must, but those words slip through your mouth. Her frown leaves you in doubt. You can scout the oceans, seas and stars out there and about. Never will you find anything more beautiful than a woman's beauty to say it out loud. So if you have a woman admire her, love her, and care. If you don't admire the other women out there. For God gave the gift of sight for all to to admire and see. As you sit with glee.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Broken dreams

Her broken dreams he tried to fix, his pieces together she tried to click. Sick of the torture hurt by the pain. They both tried so hard to make it work over and over again. As moments they treasured, tis pleasure they didn't seek. His smile was her refuge as her happiness he tried to keep. As sleep filled her eyes his arms a pillow for all her life. Like a knife to his throat he treasured her close, he clings on to her memories like the Holy ghost.  As he tosses and turns wishing she was around. He let's his feet hit the ground as reality draws him near. Losing her was his fear, his tears are dry and he cries no more. She took all that he had and walked out the door. The glow on her face now distant and disappeared. Nothing anymore is vivid and clear, everything seems gloomy his life dark and disdained. All they feel is suffering and pain. Surely he cannot forget his past, he wears the smiling mask. As he basks in her memories and blots out his name.  This is the woman that owned his heart all the same. No one shall dare to take her place, no one else's embrace shall match her beautiful face. Sometimes tis easy to do what you must, now you understand the difference between love and lust. Passion is a gift as you steal her heart. Sorrows and woefulness is what you cart, you start to finish and the destination unknown. She no longer has you to call as her own. You feel all you could with a mind so sane. And now you feel like your friend is pain. So tis easy to keep your ego and pride, as watch your relationship die. So broken dreams aren't easy to fix as you anxiously wait for her embrace and kiss.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My scars to hide

A woman's beauty exists to admire.  When you win heart with false promises you are a liar. Her desire is to have you till she grows old. She runs to her friends and tells them that you're more precious that silver or gold. She misses you when you aren't around. She cries everytime her feet touch the ground and finds you aren't there. When you walk out during a fight she remains scared, wondering if you'll ever come back. She holds you tight after you get slapped. Mapped is her soul to yours ever so great. The bond between you and her is fate. Sometimes she closes her eyes and can feel you near. As down her cheeks rolls a joyful tear. Clear is the thought of making you happy little does she know is her in your life that makes you complete. You wait for her text and calls to let you know that she still cares. She does the same to tell you that she wouldn't dare. Her eyes so beautiful you never want to watch them close. She stares at you to tell herself it's real. The day you kneel to place a ring her finger. That's the day she'll tell you how her feelings linger and never die. She wants love and care from you coz your her type of guy. You look up at stars holding her hand, she thinks it's your romantic plan. She doesn't realize you contemplate does the night sky look more beautiful that this girl with me on this date? Her hair falls perfect and you melt at her smile. The male ego kicks in and your serious face says I'm alright'. They say love stories are but only a myth, the tales of old were written real quick. This is but a story of the soul, embedded in my heart long foretold.  Love stories do exist, with the person who you now miss. It was not her beauty or smile, body and kiss. Tis moments with her that I cherished.  She and I were called fate. Sometimes I wonder of the existence of a soulmate. God is never cruel he is but kind, he did give me an cherubim to love once upon a time in my life. Well now your not mine but someone else's wife. 11 years 2 months to this day that's we parted ways. You regret all my masculine pride, I regret the decisions you made to let our love die. Now you want reconciliation for the past, while I wear my human mask. You have your family for your safety to abide. I have the mask for my scars to hide.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

One-day

As distress once ate at my soul. Her voice brought peace and made me whole.  My goal was certain and my path was set. How wrong was I to have  thought in strange such a manner. As the banners were clear and things were glim the rain washed away my daily sins. Keen was a wish and broken down was what I once called a heart. Now sorrows and memories is all I cart. Her name brought about this certain calm. When she opened her eyes and I wasn't around she was alarmed. Like a farmed animal my fingers ran through her hair. As I coaxed her back to sleep with care. A kiss on her forehead to then hold her tight. I was her comfort every night. The cold weather conditions was on a mission to make her shiver. While I let wishkey ruin my liver, in her absence so wild. She was like my first and last child. Her mellow voice filled my soul, her taste remained  in my mouth till I grow old. Like a corpse I lay still to listen to her breathe. Her heart is all that I did need. To feed on my anger only to have her touch, tell me it's okay. I'd just smile to endure my pain. Things are now only but deception, as disgust fills me as I stare at my reflection.  Years have gone by as I watched you wear his ring, times have changed and you're no longer my sin. One-day I shall find her who will give me my fresh start. One-day she will love the broken pieces of my heart. One-day she shall replace the memories I share with you. One-day she will give me her days of new. One-day I will call her my destiny, as I walk through heavens gate.  One-day she shall be my soul mate, and that day will be too late as you'd understand your folly. No more will my lips say I love 'you' with such joy. One-day my heart will not be available for you to toy.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

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

To love a woman

A woman's heart is the kindest of tools. Breaking it is not very cool. She is mellow gentle and soft. Her dreams to be cherished and her love never to be lost. Her smile can brighten up your day. Her passion for everything she does marvels me in amazement in everyway. She can calm you when your temper flairs, she displays utmost love and care. She shares your ambitions and pushes you closer to your goal. She leaves hers behind surprisingly coz she loves you more. She submits herself to times when you're wrong. She puts your children to sleep with a wonderful song. For you to hold her each day she longs, she waits for appreciation for how much she does. She too can be care free and easy without any love. Her name sends smiles on the faces of your friends. For they wish they were you when the day ends. You really wouldn't realize how fortunate a man can get. Till he's lost the soulmate he met, his love in debt of all the things passed by. As he sits now woeful in misery and cries. He wonders of the things to come, he cherishes her memories never forgotten as they are together as one. Her  aroma gives him a delusional state. The taste of her lips on his is always great. It remains no matter how far he treads. He gets to hold her when he lays his head. The mornings bring laughter the time flies by. Her soul entwined with his till the day that he dies. His grave stone visited and she sheds her tears. He's not around to catch them and chase away her fears. Like moments of magic her passion for you makes you whole. She is indeed more precious than sliver or gold. Myths and legends created around love. Sometimes we have our own stories as our soulmates are created by the Lord above.  So respecting a woman and all her love. Is vital in any situation beyond career, ambitious greed. For she is the one you will grow old to see. The remarkable fact that will change things and show you care. Is when you stop and at her beauty stare. Take in her soul by looking into her eyes. Find out what makes her happy, and things that bring fear. Catch every drop of her tears. Kiss her when she's angry. Hug her when she's got the flu, love her when she's lonely. And she'll always be there for you, loving a woman is as easy as can be. Give her the care and love she needs. Also some valuable time. Don't make the same mistakes I did or you'd be sitting on this Planet with alcohol and more of time. Making poems of your mistakes by making words rhyme.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks