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  Feb 2018 arielle
Lyda M Sourne
It's 3am

I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone

It's 3am

The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station

It's 3am

I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled

It's 3am

I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary

It's 3am

Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight

It's 3am

I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break
Insomniac nights are the worst. And it's been going on like this for quite awhile.
  Feb 2018 arielle
lex
i feel almost
like that one night
where I sunk
down, down, down.
i'm sad.
arielle Jan 2018
its twelve past 11,
twelve minutes
feels like
four ******* years
as i lay
motionless
in my bed,
thinking about
how i could had
prevented all of this
madness
from happening.
clocks tick slowly
  Jan 2018 arielle
Scarlet M
XI.
All we do is nothing,







but love
and runaway.
arielle Sep 2017
the pink and red
in his cheeks
made me fall in love
each and every
time

over and over
again
pink hearts
  Sep 2017 arielle
shåi
his words
clung to me
as if it was

sticky maple syrup

i loved the
way he
mixed his words and

sentences

and
the way they blended so
effortlessly

i loved
the warmth
his syrup drew

the slight hint of happiness
in his words

his word-filled
syrup
used to be my rarity

before it had
become my continuity


(b.d.s.)
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