A Fathers Pain
As the days float by,my heart has started deteriorating my patience is running low everything is becoming irrelevant without you. Wondering if it'll heal back the same i need to hear your voice, a smile, una travesura algo porque me estoy volviendo loco, my cellys lit there dungeon in flames so i can feel the burn not admitting to anything, slowly this burn has become a scar i see daily
Los suenos de andar coretiandote, jugando con mi remolino y poder abrasarte me llenan de felicidad y alegria pero al despertar el vacio me esta hundiendo, las millas que faltan recorder no son muchas la meta que mirava no la tengo envista de onde estoy parado hoy. Al oir ninos gritando jugando volteo con la illusion de que seas tu tristemente no se me ha echo verte. Te extrano un chingo carrajo
Copyright © River Dreams | Year Posted 2017
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