Once more in front of your tomb
rather than your door
once more standing in front
without seeing the eyes and blushing cheeks
I would adore
lines written from the heart
the ones you never heard
read or even though
I was capable of flowing
you gave someone your heart
he treated you like a trash on the side walk
yet you loved him so much
you refuse to stay away
even thought he caused scars on your angelic face
reminding myself every time
the clock marks 11 o clock
for is the time when I was playing
poker in the back yard, had four aces
and everyone went all in
homie open the glass door
with close to a silent voice, he said
they had found you resting on the cold floor
life stopped for a minute, my call, I fold
got my car and walk slowly through your door
silent roam the room, silent my soul was shook
to your funeral I went
we all saw his fucken Hippocrates tears
I wanted to grasp his heart and with my nails tear
yet we promised we will not caused harm
now he is locked up serving 10 years
hope satan eats him
tosses his soul to the maggots
yet once again
a white feather has passed in front of my face
I am here in front of your grave
while I am writing here leaving trails
of oval salted water fluids
that roll from my eyes
to the bottom of my cheeks
mentally uttering the words
cause my words would squeak
grow silent, and cutting off
if I would speak them out loud
I know I was so shy to write
yet today I leave this copy in front of you
re read it as many times as you want
hope you enjoy it and guide me through life
tell everyone who knows me on the other side of life
I missed them and when I will join them again
we will smile as we did in the old days
bella angelita, linda mamasita, my blush mami
all the names I said to you
to get them cheeks turn to a shy color
hope in heaven
or where ever the angels are resting for now
you can hear the words
to get you to blush
warm up your heart
Aid me in life
as you may know and seen from above
going through tough times
-che