90 Days
There is a fire where my heart once laid.
It burned for 3 months, that's 90 days.
90 days I lost control.
90 days I woke up alone.
90 days and 90 scars.
90 times I laid in the dark.
Those 3 months were so much more.
They were 3 months I locked my self behind a door.
I would bleed 90 times.
I would dream of you for 90 nights.
90 days you were gone.
90 days felt to long.
90 days I understand,
but 90 days I went with out your hand.
90 just why?
90 for the tears I cried?
90 for the times I thought of you in a day.
90 for the times you kept my heart away.
Copyright © Xavier Alaniz | Year Posted 2017
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