Her love exists

Sometimes it's hard to catch the tears of a woman who cries. She looks forward to the truth and gets only lies. Her ties with her loved ones are cut off, the one she loves is more than enough. She sits through the storm and gazes up at the sky. She watches the lightning pass her by, the rain washes away her pain and yet she still does sigh. Her soul has died with his presence being near. She lost her name and that was her biggest fear. Clear as the blue sky she has tried to move on. Yet the radio plays their favourite song. Peace has always followed her until she laid her eyes upon him. She was his deadliest sin. The moment of silence as she thought she heard his voice from within. It makes her feel anxious all over again. The power of love is a mysterious thing. Her heart beats faster when he holds her hand. His lips on her forehead makes her feel grand. His arms are her comfort in this wonderful plan. The birds chirping makes that sound soothing and pure. The weather tells her, that her love is galore. He ran his fingertips through her hair and touches her skin and explores her some more. She is still a living proof that love exists. Sometimes it's hard to imagine the twist. Holding on the past is easy as a lisp. Letting go proves your stronger than this.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Love is eternal

She gave her all and he had his back against the wall, he stood tall holding her hand. They had forever, in their plans. Grand was the thought of being together. Standing by eachother through hail and storm. He would hold her tight to keep her warm. The cold blizzard raging, their love solemnly engaging in emotions that can't be explained. As their love grew like the plants needed the rain. The pain then struck him and he knew she was no longer around. As the pillow beside him was empty as he found. His dream was a nightmare which he lives everyday. As she wasn't as he did pray for her happiness in every way. He turns around with tears that stream down his face. As he picture he clings to and does embrace. Years have gone by and he lives with fear. The love of his life was no longer near, she left him in discomfort and didn't heal his pain. While he touched her scars and chased her past from her name. Her lips bore his love and her heart his soul, her cured her of the past that bound her and hold. She found another and wanted security in her life, she chose to give up the dream of being his wife. His voice echoes now through the lonely rooms. He never did become anyone else's groom. She did become someone else's bride. The promises she made forever was always a lie. His pride he clings to and he will not replace her for another. Many have tried to take her place, but he looks for her in all of their beautiful faces. The traces of her skin lays constant on his fingertips. She was and is always going to have his heart in her grip. She tips his soul for the rest of his life. She cannot be his children's love story he tells them every night. He clings to his pillow and she holds on to another man which is right. For her out of sight is out of mind, for him without her he is but blind. One fine day as his last breath leaves his lungs. The funeral hymns have been sung. She weeps at his demise as her husband asks do you know this man well? She hid the truth and the lie she did tell. That he was an old friend who she knew well. She hid the truth, and his demise was at the fact that even after all these years he did love her much more. Months go by and a letter arrives at her door. She opens it and cries as the reads the truth inside, he gave up his life and his heart to which was needed by her mother. He kept it a secret and now she did shudder. Her hands began to shake and she burst into tears which stream down and cluttered to the floor. He saved a life cause love meant more. She runs to a church and kneels down to cry. Saying she loved him and didn't know he would die. Till a voice rings deep inside her soul, he's always around to have you to hold. Love is eternal and yet can be physically killed. But an emotional connection shall forever live. If you have a woman and she acts like she doesn't care show her how much you love her and want her there. Least you wake up in grief and despair, it shall scare you at the thought of losing the one you love. Living in pain isn't what is planned by the creator from above.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Who's to blame?

She brings her heart to every relationship and commits her soul to his name. Her body dwells in compassion and when he breaks her she feels the pain. She doesn't see the sunlight and can't read the signs. She knows not her worth being so divine, tis a crime to watch a beautiful woman cry. You can catch her tears and know it wouldnt be the first time. He sat back and pondered on all the promises she broke. He didn't realise the pain his broken heart did soak. She thinks about him for a while and holds on to another leaving her body to defile. He cloaks his soul with a smile for all the world to see. His pride and insensitivity will be his doom for free. He is but lost and can't fathom the cause, her priorities changed and her love for him was lost. Years passed by and his silent prayers wouldn't fall on deaf ears to God. He placed his past in his hands let him lead the way. She decided to enjoy her life and forget his miserable name. Their paths did cross and his misery was well displayed in his eyes. He looked deep down her soul and saw her living her lies. She held her baby close and asked him he he was doing?. He said nothing and smiled as if it were a crime and stated he was fine. They spoke for a while and he missed those brown eyes which comforted his worrying soul. The breeze helped him smell her hair and yet he couldn't have her again, lovingly to hold. As they walked away he turned around to watch her stroll by. Tears streamed down his face as he knew this was goodbye. He locked himself in his room and drowned away in his sorrows. As she slept peacefully at night with her dreams displaying horrors. He found his comfort in a poison that ate away at his soul. He hung his head in his shame even though the fault wasn't his own. The power of love can be defeated if priorities of your soulmate does change. Them becoming strangers is the only one to blame.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Because I had you

She was a woman that kept my secrets and set me free. She broke my heart and lied to me. I suffered all that pain, but she was never to blame. She wasn't cheap, she was the one I shouldn't have let go. Her lips would ease my pain the flow of blood from my slit ribs left me numb and without pain. I attained and gained the experience she taught. I knew what it was like to hold on to what you got. She'd make her own decisions and clean up her own mess. She'd paint my pictures from her brain as if she was blessed. I'd run my fingers through the lines on her hands, she had 28 if I'd remember the exact count. Six beauty spots all over her body that's without a doubt. She'd wait for me to feed her and tuck her in to bed at night. She'd cling to me when the nightmares gave her a fright. I'd smash all that I could infront when we get into a fight. She'd just slap me to make things worse and not right. She loves my temper and hated me saying her name. I'm sorry I put you through all that pain and struggle. She was a woman that could make your joyous moments double. Her skin so tender and her hair so soft. She sounded cute when she laughed or even coughed. She'd sit and run her fingers through my hair, slap me when the smell of my cigarettes, made her care some more to make me quit. She'd slit her wrist to make me feel her pain. Chocolates were her favourite to her name. I'd wake up to her pout and deep in her sleep at night when nature would call, I'd find her by the door after I'm done and she'd say where did you go? Nowhere without you, I know. She'd crouch up like a child to its mother, and she'd hold me to fall asleep again in my arms. She'd feel relaxed and calm. Her eyes closed and yet she does but see. Now your with somebody who I cannot be. He brings you flowers talks about the birds and the bees. I watch your husband and you, the wedding ring and child, to see you're happy all this time I didn't have a clue. I met so many new, took them to all the places we had been to. They never did help me for the memories, I cherish loving them, and would make me perish and that's what is true. I find it difficult to move on because I had you.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Her tears in vain

He keeps her picture on his night stand, as he wakes up to see her face. He remembers the mornings when she slept beside him and loved him in every way. She melted his heart as it was filled with hate. He knows not if he'll see her at heaven's gate or watch her burn in hell's flame. Her memories he keeps within his heart and his soul possesses her name. He loved her with his heart and soul and yet his body gave away. He caught her tears and chased her fears away faster than the raging wind. She was his hearts desire and he knew she was his sin. Like kin he held her close and protected her from the dark. She'd shout out his name when the power went out and like lighting he came to her aid. She was a woman who knew love in every possible way. He was a lone survivor of his heart and loves her till this day. She has but a necklace which he gave her many moons before. The pendant still has its charm, as she takes it out and watches it glow unharmed. She looks up at the ceiling and thinks of his arms around her to hold her close. Tears stream down her face as her wedding ring pushes her imagination far more and more. She places the necklace back in her drawer, and shuts the memories out. He is lying in a pool of his blood with veins slit as he thinks about her smile and pout. He feels his breathe slipping away without a shadow of a doubt. The poison in his body doesn't help his cause. His now blue lips have one name and it's hers which he had lost. After so many years the memories haunted and ate his soul alive. She hadn't the slightest clue till the newspaper article read about that person's demise. She wept as her husband enquired as to what made her upset. She whispered the world is so bad that people take their lives for no fault of their own is what she said. She knew deep down inside how her flaws had grown. He died with her name of his lips, as her wedding ring, she did touch with her fingertips.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Broken promises and lies

Sometimes, I used to wake with the sun on my face. I watch her sleep as I run my fingers on her face. I kiss her forehead and watch her sleep. Deep within my soul she remains mine to keep. Her brown eyes peep through the covers and watches me smile. To not know that time would part our paths. She places her head on my chest to listen to the sound of my beating heart. Tis for her that I once did every morning awake. Tis by her side I rest my head to lay. As I hold her close and chase her demons away. I strayed away from her indeed. As I wished I placed a ring on her finger on my bended knees. Ohhhh please! Was her cry to stop being the feverish romantic. Now without her near my soul remains frantic. Granted by heaven she was like an angel on earth. Her fair blemishless skin as white as the moon. Her dimples so deep as the valley with the rivers that boon. Her smile so mild, it could steal your heart. Her lips so kissable that's what makes your mornings jump start. The smell of her hair and its bourbon brown could be so visible ev n in the dark. She was a candle and radiated thy life. Alas! She isn't my wife, I now wander the earth as a broken soul is intended to do. Picking up the pieces of my life without you. No longer does my hand suit the hand of another. I blunder and chew on the left overs of others. I shudder to think what I have lost, the price I paid was with a grave cost. They say the lost are in the world to find themselves and their soulmates alike. My pride was all I had and gave up our fight. I look upon the memories and console myself still. She was indeed my drug that I crave and always will, no matter how many others pass by in my stage of life as long as I breathe. She will be my last dance I always let her take the lead. Broken promises and falsified truth, I hear from the one's who say 'I love you', they know not what it means to love a soul of a man. Their selfishness shows their true colors as planned and makes them sane. They turn around and say, 'you've changed'. Tis but the best lie you could tell a soul. As the story goes, she moves away and you remain the same. And it's your fault all over again. This comes to an end as you wither and die. Till then she remains in my heart and we don't say goodbye.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Wish you were here

The strom outside tells me she cares, as the dark clouds show I'm no longer there. She is always on my mind, I seek her in every woman I find. Blind is my heart as it doesn't possess the qualities to admire the beauty of another. That's been my fear, we were just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year. Queer is the feeling that creeps when she isn't around. Her voice can't calm me down. Tis but clear she is no longer around to ease my pain but remains in my past. Time flew by so quickly now I have nothing but this mask. Her name is on my lips. All is well when people gaze upon me. I thought I could tell heaven from hell so free. But now I have these memories which haunt and eat me alive. She is but someone else's wife. Like a knife through my veins the smell of her hair and the taste of her skin comes back to haunt me again. That is beautiful pain, and it makes you go insane. Vain and egoism ate me alive with my own soul left to claim. Her child has my name but is the seed of another. She will make a beautiful mother. She traded me as her hero, and blue skies from pain. Ashes for her dreams, and it seems to be the broken hearted who suffer. I am but mortal and cannot trade my soul to make certain of the right fate. I'm treading on the same old grounds so destiny written so late. At the gate St.Peter tells me my fate and weeps at thought of losing a soulmate. I still wake up in fear and feel my tear. I hear the radio play wish you were here by Floyd. Knowing my fading soul is null and avoid filled with a drop tear. I here my lips say wish you were here.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks