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Xavier Alaniz Poem
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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Xavier Alaniz Poem
She does not know the secrets that I hide.
She will never know that I actually died.
The promise I made was to hard to keep.
But I'll still be there to put my daughter to sleep.
She wants me and I want her,
But I must walk home alone where it hurts.
Though I weep at night for someone else,
I laugh the next day away with a girl that hasn't felt pain this way.
Yes you are mine.
But do you want me?
I want many things,
But I want my daughter first,
And I'll cry these tears so you don't die of thirst.
Copyright © Xavier Alaniz | Year Posted 2017
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