Her broken heart cant be mended

A woman opens her soul to the man she loves. She treats him like a God from the heavens above. She looks forward to his arms to hold her close. For the rest of her life tis him she chose. Her body grows tired and weary with age. Yet her love blossoms like a flower at that stage. Caged is her wants and she makes sacrifices as her life she has laid. Relationships aren't made in heaven, yet love is found on earth. She may be hurt yet, smiles so fervently. Her desire is to be loved for all eternity. Pieces of her past remain shattered on the floor. She lost count of how many times he walked out the door. She cried her eyes out, wishing he was there to give her a hug. She clings on to what's left of herself, with remorse and not love. Her tears roll down like rain on a summer night. She plays back the hurtful things he said during that fight. Her gentle face isn't resting on the palm of his hands. That's what happens when you love an egositic man. With nothing to hold on to and no one to have her problems to share. She picks herself up and acts like she doesn't care. Hardened is her heart that no man can melt. The problem is solved and the situation well  dealt. This is the perception of a broken heart. Her pain and sorrows she does cart. The start is alone yet she dreamnt they would never part. Thus is the story of a woman's broken heart. Love dwells inside her like anger bottled for many a years. She resents the thought as the tears she felt were clear. Breaking a woman's heart is the costliest thing in this world. She will remain the broken hearted girl. With memories to remind her how it all went wrong. Tis a broken heart that can't be repaired unlike in the movies or love songs.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Young love

She walked the earth in magnificence and embraced her future without pain. She grew up tender, loving and mild. I watched her transition to a beautiful woman from a child. She longed for love and butterflies that flew around in her tummy. Everything to her was always funny. He made her laugh and she would watch his eyes glitter at the her presence. Her soul entwined with his that was a modest essence. They grew up as kids to young adults who fell in love effervescent. Hers grew strong like the roots of a tree. His was a phase like season's withering leaves. She longed for his touch and craved to be in his arms. His love was alcohol, and that's what made him calm. She held back nothing to make him feel happy and special was her biggest charm. He would hold her face in his palm. Being in love with her can do no harm. She wanted to travel the world and see all that there is. He wanted to watch his life pass by as fast as soda does fizz. He made her complete and she then figured she was too young. She could get any man she wanted and then desired her fun. Her embedded her to his soul, while he watched her prance away. He felt love for the first time and remembers that day. They walked away on different paths, and he remained with her in his heart. She was his companion and best friend and he now didn't know where to start. He ran through relationships trying to find a replica of her. Every time he found love he'd move away with fear. Numerous times till this day he has her name on his lips. He may kiss a million more as he seeks the familiar lips. She flew away like a migrating dove or swallow. Sometimes young love can leave you hollow.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Her soul to hold

He walks the earth searching for love. He found that once a upon a time. Yet, never treated it like it was from above. So divine  and now she remains far. All he has is a broken heart and never ending scars. By far, the failed relationships and the long lonely fights tar his memory and taunt his soul. She isn't around for him to hold, lay back in her arms on the one he loves. All that remains is the dust and disaster. He made his mistakes. He walks to a lake to ease his soul. His demons along with him grow cold. He hardens his heart so he can never have other fresh start. He carts her name on his lips every morning and while he lays his head to rest. She is at best gone for good of all the women he held on to her dear. As the sun sets upon the lake he feels the tears roll down his face. Was it right to let her walk away, was he right when he said he no longer felt the same. Regret fills him and he has himself to blame. The taste of her lips remains on his tongue. No matter how strong the glass of whiskey and rum. She owns his heart and soul and makes him think how special it would have been with her the way they grew old. Sometimes you have to hang on the one you love, coz you need her all your life to hold.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Least of all love

The question that always arose in my mind. I searched the world and asked so many times. What does it take to love a woman so divine. Her wonderful heart that beats so fast and stays warm no matter how cold the blizzard and weather. Tis but the person she holds dear that resides there. Her beautiful hair that sways through the wind her soul so caring that she is your favorite sin. Her touch so gentle that she can calm a weeping child. Her smile so soothing and yet so mild. Her angry face makes you smile, her brown eyes glitter like the stars. Tears roll down your face as you witness the scars. She hides them so well that even from a distance or one being near, you can't figure out her scars or fears. Clear as the day she chooses the one she loves. She renders herself in commitment towards him like he's sent from above. Sacrifices she makes of her own family and her fun. Only to live and love her special one. So as a man how do you love a woman of such beauty and a heart so divine. Winning her heart is simple, staying in love is harder with the falling sands of time. We forget the times we wished to wake up to her beautiful face. Now it remains a reminiscent talk as your thoughts swindle to something else. Thank your lucky stars that she's still in your life with all the right cards dealt. She used to melt as you swept her off her feet. Now your eyes and hers just don't meet. Remember the time when she was the one that made your heart skip a beat. Relive those moments else she is the one you would lose. Love still remains an option for you to choose.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Her beginning

She walks down the street and everyone stops and stares. As the wind brushes aside her hair to expose her beautiful face. So gentle and so mild, with a smile as all she can do is shy away. She waits for rain and she sits by her window watching the drops of water fall down. She admires the lighting and the thunder makes her despise that sound. She loves the sunshine and yet curses the tan. A woman who hasn't yet had her life planned. She gazes upon the moonlight and counts every star. Her beauty is even admired by the God's so far. Her brown eyes glitter with joy as she gets her heart to beat faster than a drum. When she hears her favorite song is played and being sung. Love, is what she understands and yet seeks for someone to share the same view. She fails to realize there are but only a few. Her face lights up when she gets what she wants. She hates the mornings as she wakes up lonely and that is a feeling that haunts. Her kindness is imminent and her touch is mild. Her gratitude is immensely wild, her trust is broken and her lips are sealed. Her pain is visible but the reason she will never reveal. Her soul is taking her higher than before her desire to love grows. Yet she finds none and looks for another. All that remains is broken dreams and a heart shattered. She chooses the wrong ones who manipulate her like a child. She is left broken to die. Picking up the pieces and placing them together again. Only to watch them broken the same. Tis the truth about her broken heart. With not knowing where it concludes, just aware of where it starts.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Her heart upon her sleeve

She wears her heart upon her sleeve. Her eyes closed makes her look beautiful as she sleeps. Her soul rests peacefully as her heart has someone to seek. She peeks through the creveses of her life. She dreams about her perfect wedding night. Her laughter echoes through your ears and her smile stays embedded in your mind. The smell of her perfume makes you feel alright. Her head on your chest and the fragrance of her hair makes you fly high as a kite. She is the only reason that makes you fight. Love is her desire and passion alight. She looks to feel special everyday and night. Peace is a volume that keeps her calm. She looks for comforting arms. Her gratitude is lesser than the things she expects. She wishes she could him say "till death". She let's herself take every instance of blame. She just wants for someone to heal her pain. She looks out for someone to love her through all times she is Moody and turns insane. Understand her and you will find the door to her heart. Yet she will remain happy and pleased, she is a woman and wears her heart upon her sleeve.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Adolescent transition

Guilt is a feeling that breaks your soul. Years pass by and it never grows old. Manipulation and deceit are fuelling agents making the taste bittersweet. Time is a curse that brings you memories of worse, as you cling for life in coffin carried by a hearse. Remorse is gentle and tender is a result of your pain. The thoughts make you feel deranged. Lingering are feelings and haunting are images so true. Like your age the same demons grew. Greatness is meager and sorrowfulness makes me eager. Tears roll down as trust is what breaks. I can't be human as I choose not to be fake. I rake all my wrongdoings and bury my shame. As I try my best to clear my name. Justice and equality is never real in this world. Kindness and compassion is a world which twirls and curls. To some this maybe ranting and to some it shall make sense. I am but apologetic and remain  adolescent.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks