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arielle Jul 2017
In two hours
the sun will rise,
to cast its colors
into the morning skies.

Without you here,
the summer warmth near.
alone, I watched the sun rise
and forgot all fears.
arielle Jul 2017
It's early.

Quietly, I sip my coffee
listening to you talk about
your new favorite songs
and the latest movies

You pause to take a drink.

The sun rays shine
through the café window
onto the spot of your skin
that lacks pigment

Pictures cannot capture
the moment we sat
together in silence,
smiling cheerfully
arielle Aug 2017
Upon your body
were the littlest
of imperfections
that caused you
to miss the
beauty
and the art
they had created

Scars
Discoloration
Lack of pigment

Combined
they have made
perfection itself
you are beautiful
you are lovely
arielle Sep 2018
You don't know
what I've seen
but I hope
one day,
you'll see that
i love you
more
than you love me
heartbroken
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
arielle Jul 2017
dear flower
how it has been
so long
since I have seen your
beautiful
colors light up
my garden
day by day
iloveyou
arielle Nov 2018
one minuscule action
spoke to her
one thousand words
you’ll tear her in two that way..
arielle Aug 2017
you've changed.
you're different.
you're gone.

of course,
i miss
the old you.
ill admit it.

i miss
the little things:
what you did,
what you said,
your personality..

i can't forget
you or the memories
you gave me.
i can't forget,
you're stuck
in my head;

the past you.
I remember him all too well. I want to forget, but I can't.
arielle Aug 2017
sent 2:41 am
delivered 2:41 am

read 2:43 am
left on read once again..
arielle Aug 2017
You were here,
laying on my chest.
Now you're gone,
just like the rest.

She took you away,
now never again will I see,
that smile
you had on your face
when you laid
in my bed with me.
You left me for her, I hope you really love her.
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
arielle Nov 2018
i poured my
h e a r t
out to him that night

we sat for hours talking
until silence found its way
into the big room

he planted a kiss
on my lips
s w e e t
like
strawberries and mint chocolate

tired as the night
we fell sound asleep
until the sun rose
and brightly shined its way
through the curtains
soundly..

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