A broken heart of love

The heart keeps bearing emotions it tries to perceive. Whether it's happiness, or whether it's grief. The joy of loving somebody gently and mild. Embracing her in your arms like child. It gives you sorrow as you wipe her tears during a fight. It gives you hatred towards a person that can't make things right. It gives you love to treasure, it beats faster with pleasure as you kiss her forehead and hold her tight. It gives you the ability to create wonders and take her breathe away. It gives you the compassion you need to always be there for her in everyway. It let's you categorize the fact that she's important and she open her eyes to watch you admire her beauty so near. She is the woman you love and hold so dear. The heart creates fear, and breaks if you feel she might leave. So it gives us the opportunity to make certain we weave this boundary of love to keep her close. Anyone who tries to steal her would have a broken nose. She is your favorite song the lyrics embedded in your heart. When you look into her beautiful brown eyes that song is on replay. Blessed are the people who treasure love and never fail to understand how difficult it is to part. Tis a privilege and honor to own a beautiful woman's heart.  For she could keep any man in there to cherish and care. Instead she's chooses you to love and let's you near. Without any fear she gives up her soul, for her heart tells her this is the man with whom she may grow old.  She molds herself to your whims and fancies.  And she doesn't take much of the chances so she doesn't want to let you go else she will perish. When you own a woman's heart it's meant to be cherished. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Memories playback

Her memories playback in my mind. She resides in my heart all through the sands of time. Her voice rings in my ears. As I sit with tasting my tears. Her smile is your map to her heart.  Her hugs warm enough to give your day and energetic start. Essence of her skin still lingers on you. Tis these moments I cherish but are a few. Your fingertips on her face made her cheeks turn pink and the pout and dimples show. We think about eachother even when we don't talk anymore.  The closer I moved towards her soul, she crept into her shell. Our beings together by everyone wasn't wished well. Her hair falls perfect on her face,  but I'd push it behind her ear to show I care. Her eyes glistened with love as she'd look up and stare. As drunk as a sailor yet my lips found her forehead as she'd be asleep at night. The smell of the whiskey on my breathe meant the morning would procure a fight. She'd turn around to hold me even though anger builds in her half broken sleep. She'd wait all day to have me to keep. The smell of her hair would let me fall asleep with my nose buried on the top of her head. Tis a moment I treasure till in my grave I lay dead. She is the girl who owns my heart, and there will be no other. Alas! She belongs to someone else and of his child is a mother. Years of love blossomed like a flower, but the rain washed away what we had. We remain strangers wondering why we aren't glad. Love is strange and circumstances we fall into to, but I will always remember but refrain from loving you. For you belong to another,  that's the thought that makes my soul shudder.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Her lost love

A woman's heart is precious to be treasured. The depth of her love can't be measured. You stop and stare into her beautiful brown eyes.  Revealing the secrets she she hides, her pride and glory remain out there. She caresses the man she loves in her arms with care. Her name remains like wine to your lips. Her skin lingers on your fingertips.  She grips your soul as you surrender. As you touch her face so tender, the warmth of her structure so frail in your arms. Her smile your heart's charm,  with a calm soothing voice you hear her say 'i love you'. Her soul entwined with yours as if it's stuck with glue. She gives you clues to show you she's there. You admire her beauty and gaze and stare. You know you are unworthy of love with such galore that effervescently lives. You have but only pieces of your broken heart to give. Her love is precious as the sun to the sky. Tis in her arms you wish to die. Angels exist and they are of flesh and blood, for a woman is put on earth from heaven above.  Love and mercy she bestows on your life. She waits not for your ring on her finger to make her your wife.  For she patiently waits for you to slip your fingers in between hers. Holding her hand throughout all the years. She takes your fear and drives it away. She clings onto you through the nights and laughs with you through the day. So free is her soul that she waits anxiously for the day with you she grows old. She molds her love for you in the form of your child, she is a friend, lover, and compassionate companion so mild. So it's easy to love her her and even easier to care. Problem is us men aren't always willing to be there. Staring up at the stars he now dreams of the past, of all the years gone by wishing he could have made it last. His mask is broken just like his heart. Her name given up to someone who doesn't own her heart. For the one who can make her smile sits reminiscent of the past. For the soulmates for all eternity didn't really last. So if you love a woman treasure her for all she can be. Spoil her, love her and keep her happy. Tis a crime to let her slip by, while you sit and make words rhyme. Don't regret the lessons of the past if you do then you'll always have on the smiling mask.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Disposable soul

The memories flash by as things remain of the past. The daunting transitions of things you now no longer want it to last. You seek no more refuge, yet remain blind. You remain in solitude it's yourself you try so hard to find. With brokeness inside you pick up the pieces, with mistakes to remind you of the past decayed.  You can never have karma, play by the rules as you always stay unattached and see how cruel. I cannot fathom and wonder what happened, as things become shattered looking at the scars I count. I always seem to be losing this bout. A battle of the willful and strength of the meek. I look forward to happiness I seek. The moments that linger with a taste so sour, I know that I feel myself slipping away every hour. I do not cowar I do not moan the seed of bitterness. Yet I try to live in glee. As there is no longer you and me, but I won't stop surviving and won't stop breathing without thee. I have only disposable memories. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The love will cease one-day

Thoughts of her beauty rings in my head like a gong. Her beautiful brown eyes filled with tears hidden all day long. She smiles around me and waits for your return all day.  She stays up all night to wait for a text from you, asking if she's okay? Slowly but surely you miss her too, you kiss her even when she has the flu. She walks down the road and everyone stares. Placing your hand in hers to show the world she's mine. Her fingers in between yours and she has the cutest smile. No one can steal you from her is her instant thought. You stare at her secretly and she catches you to question saying 'what'. Actions speak louder than words they say and for your relationship you've fought. The thought of her skin on mine gives me goosebumps all the time. I still remember the blue Christmas theme, the dress looked so pretty I couldn't stop myself to stare. Her beautiful brown eyes and long hair. As her skin glistened with a sparkle, I held her hand with care. Whispering in her ear, 'i love you and will always be there'. Her touch so gentle like a feather to a bird at birth. She had to kiss me to make me feel my feet were still on earth. Like dirt to a wet foot she'd follow me around. Her hair on my face as we savor the moments and prance. The feeling of her little face in my hand, as I look into her eyes and sent me in a trance. She dances with my demons and chases them away. My name on her lips as she closes her eyes to pray. I lay my head down to rest in peace, as hers on my chest makes me  feel at ease. Without her now I am but lost and my soul craves for you like a tease. I await the day my love for you will cease.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Cradle to the grave

Her beauty leaves me speechless, her love left me heartless and cold. I cherish our memories together till I grow old. With bold thoughts I remain hopeful and pray. She'd come back to love me someday.  Written in the stars I count every scar that I find. By and by I stay blind, seeking a few years of the past.  I keep her in my soul to last. The mask I wear makes me stare at my reflection in the mirror. My sins make me shiver, tis isn't the cold that makes me feel the way I do.  The fact that I miss her and she hasn't a clue. Due is the pain that makes me come back to our fallen relationship.  I miss the feeling of always being there. I miss the angry stare. The fact that losing me gave her a scare.  She always cares about what I do, the moments and memories are a plenty and never a few. We stuck together like glue, and I knew our love would last. But I'm still a man and make mistakes, I didn't know my ego would put our love at stake. Now you wake wishing I was him. We both stay eachothers favorite sin.  And hurt from within.  Now your his kin, and I'm a waiting for a change in things. Your hair, your time and presence is what I miss the most. I travel coasts to find a replacement for your essence. I never find all the days I try to seek, I am but left meek and distorted. These are the moments I try to filter and like my soul I need it morted.  I watch all your pictures which I save, tis your heart and soul I crave. I know i shouldn't keep another to save. But I will love you from the cradle to the grave.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone

Another day passes for me to rest. Years go by without her love for me is a test. I hold my soul at best, least I follow. I am but left empty and hollow.  Her warmth and gentle nature so sublime, the taste of her lips makes stand still the sands of time. As poetry and rhyme with memories is I have left. I await anxiously for my death. Love is indeed cruel when her heart you can no longer cherish. Your soul to the gallows sent to perish. I seek her presence I admire her beauty from afar.  I look back at the past and count in abundance the scars that remain. All you feel is despair and pain.  Her voice rings in your ears. No longer can you catch every tear, you fear yourself losing hoping. Praying so earnestly for her happiness as if you were the pope.  She was as will be embedded in my soul till the day your body grows stiff and cold. Tis not a test tis but a love story lost throughout the world that rests. Like a harvest of crops she is near she indeed no longer your future. As her hair no longer remains on your face to tickle and make you groan.  She is still the flesh of your flesh and bone of your bone. Tis the loveless burden I have borne. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks