Somewhere deep, inside her soul

She often craved to be complete, to be whole

To be kissed without being judged

To have her bruises loved

Without being hurt.

She prayed to be prayed for

To be sought after

To be longed for

Just for once

She wanted to be, not someone’s leftover or looked down upon

But someone’s one and only one

Hi! My name is Pixie
I'm a bit of a hippy
I have an eight year old son and a cat
I still live with my ex
(it's very complex)
So you need to be alright with that!
I am five foot six
(well five five and a bit)
My eyes are the softest of greens
How much I weigh
I really can't say
But my **** looks good in my jeans!
I drink tequila and lime
Cider & wine
And I smoke the odd *** or two
My hair is in dreads
Dark blonde with some red
And I have a lot of tattoos!
I play percussion in bands
I am good with my hands
That's not a bad thing I trust
I write in rhyme
Most of the time -  an
Appreciation of words is a must!
I love mountains and trees
Have a passion for sea
A sunset, moonlight and stars
I dance in the rain
Like a man with a brain
(and one who can play a guitar)
I can not abide
Men who have lied
So you need to be honest and true
If there's a girl or a wife
Sharing your life
Tell me and then I can choose
But most important of all
Before you call
You must know how to dance and to ****
If neither these things
To the table you bring
I'm afraid you'll be plum out of luck!!

(C) Pixievic

You hold grudges,
as if you've 
never wronged anyone 
yourself.

You bear grudges,
as if you 
don't know how 
much it hurts 
to have one 
against yourself.

Remember what you've done.
Remember how it feels.

**© Sarah Ahmed