Under the pink sunrise sky.
I glance to the side and see your face. Puffed clouds I call your cheeks. Eyes brighter than the morning star.

She heard his shy heart beat with joy from within his chest. You remind me of the sky's colour every time your cheeks blush and turn rosy red. Your made of different shades of handsome. That cause mother nature to pause for a while and bow down to the beauty of you. Would you mind dear if i come closer and sit beside you. Would you mind if we hold hands and admire this beautiful view as we curl our toes in the golden coloured sand

My soul lusts for you.
The spirits flow between us, wondering how a love this pure could exist.
Vivid images of two hearts with strings.
The blood flowing in harmony.
Heartbeats in sync.
The waves gently wet our feet.
I rest your head on my chest.
"I'll keep you safe", I say.
"I'll hold you near, I'll love you, dear"

She sighs as she feels the shivers descend down her spine. While his hand reaches for her thigh. "You're mine" he whispers in her ear as a tear makes its way down his cheek. The sound of the heartbeats she hears makes her oh forever want to keep it as a memory in the back of her brain and bury it deep down in her thin shy veins. It sounds like a beautiful melody with the sounds of harps and violins playing in the back round. "Oh please hold me tighter if you don't mind. I would like to experience the feeling of you being mine too." Collect seashells with me before the sunsets down. Tell them how much you love me and give them back to the sea". "Hold on love before we go let me wipe your crystal like looking tears. We should give them over to the riptides. For they hold stories that i believe should be read by the mermaids living on the other side of this beautiful sea that's if you don't mind" she said


I thank the atoms that arranged to make you.
The millions and millions of cells.
the sun in the sky gives tribute.
In your sparkling eyes it dwells.
Phonetics don't give you justice.
Words of passion fall thin.
Let your eyes speak to mine.
Spill rivers of gold and tin.
Hold on to me and let's shine.
Shine with all stars within* ~

The scars will be lost within the creases and wrinkles,
this sea will have been traveled and never unraveled.
love left its stain,
time wanes and ebbs the fervor of the summers.
Legs now twigs as fragile as the first,
limbs and bones become limp
soon won't be able to even lift my hand
to write to you a reminder of the marvelous passages
I've traveled.
Sentences running on in place of me whom lies in bed asleep.
Soon, in the dawn of a day my words will lose their sense
and I'll ramble about incomprehensible things.
You'll get tired of me.
I'll fade away to me, forget my face and name;
forget the pen and paper.
Too lost without a reason to be afraid.

There is too much I want to say now that I can-
but the words stumble upon each other.
all I can do is but put on a smile as I stare in to the mirror.
There is not a note of sound but for
the silent gesture of its affliction.

The sound of her breathing
Had faded away
As did the sound
Of her weary heart beating

Eyelids laid heavy
Against lifeless cheeks
So many mouths around her
Not one dared to speak

Her hands felt foreign
Too cold; too blue
Daddy softly whispered
"God say it's not true"

At 16 he should be teaching
Her exactly how to drive
Grasping his seatbelt
Praying for dear life

Instead he's left staring
At her name carved in stone
It's proof that his precious girl
Is never coming home

So he cries upon the earth
Where his daughter lies
Swallowed by the pain a parent
Feels when their child dies

He cries for all the years
She will never live
For all the tender love
She will never know or give

He cries for all the memories
She will never get to make
For her picture on his nightstand
His heart a constant ache

He cries for his little girl
Who will never have the chance to be
The beautiful young lady
Who turned 17.

-ARI

I listened but I heard no sound
Falling from his lips.
Instead I heard my beating heart
Wanting to meet his.

I loved how his hands would follow
When his mouth would move.
For a busy mind like mine
His tender voice did soothe.

-ARI

Even though you're cut and hurt
Remember
Beautiful flowers
Are the ones people choose to cut
and keep