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Janine Arold Apr 2017
What good is going to come from pouring out my feelings when there's not a single droplet from you?
Janine Arold Apr 2017
I turn over and see your sleepy face,
My heartbeat rhythms with your breaths,
I soak in the moments of pure bliss,
Like the sun rays peering in to wake my home
Janine Arold Apr 2017
To see myself through my eyes,
Oh the wonders I've come to realize,
Never again will I listen to another lie,
That tries to steal all my goodness away
Janine Arold Apr 2017
We built this house together,
Perfected with a front porch and pond,
We created memories we hung on the walls,
And fell asleep with peace in our minds,

But as time would have it,
I'd call your name through the halls,
Only to find silence as my new partner,
I'd search for you in every room,
Until I couldn't find you at all,

We used to sit in our rocking chairs out front,
Now wind is the only thing that makes them creak,
We used to swim in our clear pond,
But it became cloudy as it was too much work to clean,

You turned into this ghost,
One that would move things around to make your presence known,
For me to decipher what was off,
For me to try to rearrange and fix brand new,

With all this time to myself,
I got curious if there was a better structure with better land,
So I found this beautiful house far away,
One where it felt like the home I thought I already had,

Now I walk through its new vastness,
With all the light shining through it's many windows,
I feel the wood across my fingers and fall in love with every grove,
I stare at the mirror in my new bedroom,

And I grin as I think of what lies ahead,
And frown at the life left behind,
And I hope that someone frees your haunted soul,
And sees that house of yours as their mansion,
As I have found harmony in mine

— The End —