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Alanna Hoeveler Apr 2016
He doesn’t look dangerous
He has soft skin
And baby cheeks
And playfully wavy auburn hair
And his saturated turquoise eyes
Look so honest
And his hugs are like marshmallows
And his hands are so warm
And his smile is like sunlight

Sure, he doesn’t look dangerous
But his eyes lie
And his hands are warm from
Holding so many other hands
And he has a sharp brain
And he isn’t afraid to use it
And he has a distant heart
And a mouth of manipulation
And hungry teeth
And a poisonous bite

He doesn’t look dangerous
And he knows that
But he is dangerous
You just don’t know it yet
-a.h.
Alanna Hoeveler Apr 2016
my skin is turning purple
due to your absence
you can't see the bruises you left on my skin
you are not who I expected you to be but it is who you have always been
I assumed you were kind by the way you looked at me
the way you touched my pale skin
I convinced myself that I deserved the love you provided for me
but I'm lying to myself because you are a sin
you never cared or loved for me
It was all an act
I could tell when we first kissed
the kiss we shared was not true because you weren't even there
your mind was pondering about her
I loved you but you loved your ex lover
I gave you my all and it wasn't enough to make you want me
so I'm begging you please
let go and accept me
~ a.h.
a pain i went through-
Alanna Hoeveler Apr 2016
the wonders in the skies

embracing the connection of light

take my breath, consume my eyes

the planets try to clear my sight


I am a work of art

i give my soul to the universe

my tongue tastes something ****

words that kissed lips are not terse
Alanna Hoeveler Apr 2016
here's to the dreamers, to the ones who believe
to the ones who understand,
who look at and perceive

here's to the artists, to the ones who create
to the ones who invent
who still patiently wait

here's to the poets, to the ones who imagine
to the ones who are different
who try to take action

here's to the authors, to the ones who portray
to the ones who tell stories
who discover the day

here's to the dreamers, to the ones who can see
to the ones with compassion
to the ones who believe
Alanna Hoeveler Apr 2016
i gave wrong people the right pieces of me
my optimism didn't want to see
the way you really felt about me
i didn't want the truth to faze
the happiness i felt from the lie
the truth i did not know
until i opened my mind
and saw through your eyes
your smile was a complete disguise
what a terrible thing it hide
a "sorry" will not suffice
when my love is more
and the pain dripped out in every word
Alanna Hoeveler Apr 2016
my smile was tainted
until you came along
face didn't need to be painted
you told me how naturally beautiful I am, covering it seemed wrong
Alanna Hoeveler Apr 2016
poetry sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear pretty words about the way you make me feel
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