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aye Oct 2018
the warmest kiss from the softest lips.
the finger tips tracing stars on my hips.
the sweetest song of my name he'd sing.
my angel boy with a severed wing.
i have mended the wing, he has risen from the fall.
now he is but only a memory i wish to never recall.
ayesha. h [2o18]
it's 3a.m. and i can't stop crying
aye Oct 2018
your hair smells like coconut
your ******* are the prettiest brown
your eyes are the sun. oh light.
your jungle of curls are adorned by golden crown.
"my queen"
"i submit"
(c) ayesha. h [2o18]
aye Sep 2018
we're all lined up waiting for our turn.
tickets in our hands for our hearts that never learn.
for heaven has locked us out, cursed us on this hell.
to fall for these demons to whom, our souls, we sell.
- a girl who thinks men are trash
(c) ayesha. h [2o18]
aye Sep 2018
i'll stop waiting for you to come back.
i'll stop searching for the boy you used to be.
i'll sip the bitter coffee entitled our sweet memories.
i'll connect the stars into your heart that once beat for me.
i'll look you in the eyes
with which held a soft spoken gift,
now, paled to an empty void
endlessly adrift.
(c) ayesha. h [2o18]
aye Sep 2018
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]
aye Sep 2018
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]
aye Sep 2018
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]
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