aye - Hello Poetry

aye Sep 2018

the golden boy

your soul is the kindled sun.
you are the king of kings.
a million hearts, you have won.
your name, the girls sing.

(c) ayesha. h [2o18]

#golden #boy #love #sun #king #gold

aye Sep 2018

the mind

she tells me i'm obtuse.
she screams you deserve better.
as i'm sat, idle, on his bed.
as he slips off my sweater.

- the death of mind over matter.
(c) ayesha. h [2o18]

#*** #explicit #love #pain #loss #break

aye Sep 2018

the body

i asked her to open up for you
i asked her to show you her soul
but, darling, you lusted the unholy
and now she is a broken home.

- the reusable
(c) ayesha. h [2o18]

#*** #explicit #love #body #broken #pain #heart #ache

aye Sep 2018

the heart

she won't stop crying
she says you did her wrong

she saw right through your lies
but she still chose to play along

now she is bruised
she sings an irregular song

now she is empty
because, with all her love, you have gone.

- a broken heart.
(c) ayesha. h [2o18]

#heartbreak #literal #pain #sad #love #lost

aye Sep 2018

the whisper

i whisper i love you
it's soft but sincere
the feeling is true
but you pretend to not hear.

- **** making the first move.
(c) ayesha. h [2o18]

#love #hurt #broken #said #pain #heartbreak

aye Sep 2018

the painting

he had hazel eyes
a midnight grin
he wore white skies
and olive skin

his laugh was golden
his love was crimson
he smelt like violet
he tasted like persimmon

he left me black
he left me blue
and clothed with the saddest of grey hues.

- read the art (which is the sequel)
(c) ayesha. h [2o18]

#love #hurt #broken #heartbreak #alone

aye Sep 2018

the crave

to have your heart
beat against mine.
one last time
the sweetest sound,
our song of love,
is what i crave.

(c) ayesha. h [2o18]

#love