The hands of time

Sometimes she steals my heart, and sometimes I see her cry. She gazes upon the stars at night and plainly asks why. She knows not how to deal with her worries. For she knows not I am there in a hurry. The care she gets I've never displayed to another. I am but a little bit of love and yet i shudder.  My weakness is so evident like a ship's falling rudder. She hasn't a clue of how precious her time is to me. She waits for my voice to make her fall asleep. I keep my pain hidden and the brokeness inside. Every piece of my broken heart loves her all the time. The moments of her smell in my head get me addicted to her soul. I wish for her heart felt joy. I have no regrets to hold at my coy. She has memories I wish to remove and give her new one's to cherish.  Yet I feel like my soul will one day indeed perish. She knows not how I feel even though everyday I take my time to explain. She knows not what it's like to love her all the same. Change comes in and moves away so clear. Death becomes my only fear. I have my tears and pain to endure. She is my drug, remedy and cure. I soar so high with her by my side the touch of her hand on my face is a feeling I can't replace. She was my favorite sin, she now lives within.  She has my heart and I am uncertain of the same. She knows my joy, and understands my pain. I gain from knowledge and lose from my past. I see through that pretty mask. Peace fills me and my soul is free I am but eternally Happy with thee. Glee in my heart and love in my mind I stop the hands of time.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My addiction

I sit back wonder the definition of love. I somehow feel that it's so special to imagine. The things you do can't be fathomed. Holding her hand and walking down the street gave me such pride. Making her feel special all the time, and every where I go. I look forward to moments with her to see her smile and her face glow. The stars in the sky don't glitter like her eyes. The dimple on her left side is my guide to tell me her happiness that gleams. I know her desires and feed her dreams. I smell her skin and perfume and breathe. She my drug and I don't regret, yes I am addicted not to her body I am. My addiction is to her soul, I have her to hold. This feeling of being connected can't be explained. She felt it too soon to have her lips hold my name. She took some time to think of the things that I could do. She makes me feel wanted. And yet I never have said the three words I wanted to. She has my heart to hold and yet I seek hers too. It always will belong to me as long as we say it's you. The choices we made were wrong and the conversations we did too. Now we look back and wonder was it worth the pain that grew. She hair feels like cotton and her body keeps me warm. I will breathe my last the day I see her harmed. She doesn't know what I my heart speaks yet knew me so well. She doesn't know the stories my heart longs to tell. She is precious and will always be. Forever is never enough for our eternity.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The Bond

His broken soul now feels no pain. On his lips remains her name. She so often remains surprised. How well he can read her by just looking into her eyes. She waits anxiously to hear his voice. Her heart melts by love and choice. Her past is forgotten and her future remains bleak. Tis her love he still seeks. Without her soul his own is lost and he becomes meek. She changes him to make him believe again, she is more than a friend and more than a lover at most. Yet he tries to get close like the Holy Ghost. Making her smile was his quest, he completes the journey to win her heart is his test. All these years he has reminds him of love. Never has he felt a woman's love so pure never will he ever feel anymore cured. He sits alone and wonders how did he fall out of grace so loud. She didn't say much and yet he knew, she reads his mind and his open soul so true.  His mentality is broken and his ego buried deep. Yet her heart he will win and keep. She sleeps to the sound of his voice and wakes to his presence so far yet near. She knows no longer will she cry alone but losing eachother is their biggest fear. The smell of her skin lingers on him till today, and the the feeling of her lips on his stays. He hugs her tight to let her know she does the same to never let him go. Perceptions created could be wrong, the connection they have is strong. She waits to to see him at dawn, that's what we call a bond.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My connection

There was a time he was lonely, and his  days went by with him only. He hoped to find her one-day, years went by and he gave up his chase. Till he saw her beautiful face, her smile could chase away his pain. Her black eyes turn brown just by the sound of his name. Like glitter of the stars her eyes light up with his thoughts. He could read her soul and stay entwined with her care. He loved the way she did her hair. He'd stare at her quietly and he loved the way she looked from the corner of her eyes. She has her secrets which she tries to hide. He has her heart and remains her guide. She's his refuge and he's her pride. This is a tale of how two broken souls survived. She holds his hand tight and feels his fingers on her cheek on the right. She melted the day he kissed her forehead to tell her goodnight. The rain pours down and yet held on tight. She knows what her heart desires and what she craves while they fight. He tries to prove why he's there and she shows him value and care. He asks for her heart and takes her soul. She gives herself to him freely for those shackles can't withhold.  He will never find another who makes him feel this tale to tell. Two broken souls who knew eachother so well.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My last breath

Happiness is a good thought yet achieved by a few. I learned so hard how to make that smile beautiful stick on her face like it was forever new. Like dew to grass everymorning.  My lips would find her forehead so adorning. That's when her open as the sun keeps dawning. Into my was her safest place, keeping close was my role and place. As she graced me with love each new day, I shuddered to think of the times I was away. An array of sorrow filled my heart and turned my life grey. She walked away and never came back. I wait and lose time's track. Years passed by and I think of you.  Love is an emotional state by which I've often been bruised. Confused I lay awake and painful is my state. Pretty isn't the word that can easily describe when she smiles. Beautiful is an understatement yet leaving me in denial. My soul on trial and her heart with care. I long for her beautiful brown eyes for me to once again look into and stare. I welcome death for its my cure, ever since she walked out the door.  if I breathe my last and if my soul shall fade. My love story finally ends with peace upon my grave.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The scars of love

I gaze upon the dark sky. As the stars glitter and yet I sigh. Her thoughts of laughter and her eyes of glee. Remind me that she was once mine. I held her tight till the sands of time upon the hour glass made its climb. Her name on my lips were my morning cry, as I admired her beauty when she slept through the night. Her shining brown locks covered her beautiful face, the frown between her eyebrows as my arms felt her body to embrace. The pout on her lip as the cold weather hit her skin. I'd tuck her covers and realize she was my childish sin. Young and stupid were we both that we did not relate to it being love. Looking back we regret how much we miss the presence of one another. Her standing and watching me cook her a meal. Or when we'd hold eachother and pray but just not kneel. She taught me how and what was love, I thought I already knew. I was ignorant and hadn't a clue. Due is her fingers in between mine. These are moments of a few so divine. I'd write her a letter everymorning before I go about my chores. She'd call me everymorning to hear my voice with an excuse of where did you leave the keys to the door. Peace has never been a friend to her mind when I'm not in sight or two steps behind. Her favorite song rings in my head like a bell. I'd sing her to sleep everynight and she knew that so well. I was the man she looked up all her life, she was the girl that loved me and made everything right. We'd fight for an hour and I apologize all night, my place was on the sofa during each fight. To my surprise I'd find her there too as the night gets colder she'd say 'I missed you'. See these are moments of love and now memories of pain. My demons haunting me of the mistakes leaving me insane. She was my favorite part of this story I tell. Now I burn with these scars I know so well. So cherish the present for you know not what the future holds. Treasure your woman for she is more precious than silver and gold. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Pieces of my broken heart loves thee

Her persona my prize, her beauty left my sins to hide. I cried the day I saw her wear his ring. No longer was she my favorite song to sing. With pride I had her hand to hold. Walking down the streets familiar and know. We had grown in a manner, that no one could explain. Her lips on mine silenced my name. This emotional state of mind left me maned, thoughts of her beauty left me delusional and nearer to my grave. Perfect never was enough to tell her what my eyes did behold. Now she's gone and the winds turn cold. The bold feeling of me turning old and having her no longer to hold. Her eyes my escape from all the pain, the memories haunt and drive me insane. The touch of her skin on mine gives into my sins for all to see. Peace is no longer a choice I have, love is not a gift to make me glad. I cannot fathom we no longer have a relationship of care. I look up to the sky and at the stars I stare. I wish this was dream I'd wake to see tis was a lie that the love of my love is not with me. Reality hits me and I clearly see my broken heart and every piece loves you and misses thee.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks