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  May 2014 Aysha Ahmed
Hayleigh
There are a million and one,
rainstorms, tucked neatly into those tearducts
enveloped in those beautiful eyes of yours,
didn't anyone ever tell you, love,
its okay to cry.
So let those rainstorms fall,
lace your cheeks and tumble gently over your pursed lips.
There's beauty in the break down,
There's beauty in this,
Moment of vulnerability,
Unfamiliarity,
And there will be clarity,
Once your storms have been exhausted,
And the sun will rise again,
In those eyes.
So darling sit and pull yourself close,
Let those liquid droplets,
Drown you in your clothes,
For i promise you will float.
Pull your knees in tight,
Cuddle up in your own embrace,
And allow those weighty storms,
To trickle down your face.
Feel free to whimper and maybe ask why,
Sweetheart, its perfectly okay to be hurt, be vulnerable, to cry.
  May 2014 Aysha Ahmed
Hayleigh
People often tell me I'm a Daddy's girl
And whenever I try to explain why
I get lost for words,
When I begin to even try,

It's the tight grasp of your
Reassuring hand,
It's the freedom of
Never living in demand.
It's the way you hold me
Every time I cry,
The way that you know
Without even asking why.
It's your warming
And contagious laughter,
It's because with you I know no matter what happens
You'll be waiting after,
With a listening ear,
It's the fact that you're so sincere.
It's the way you take my fears
And brush them away,
It's the promise of being there
That you've kept til this day.
It's the years, you've fought by my side,
It's the way you look at me
With such pride.
It's the fact that you're not perfect
Nor are you trying to be,
It's the devotion and
The belief you have for me.
Its your unfaltering and calming
Presence
It's the when I'm searching for
An essence of hope
You shower me in it,
It's the way in which we sit
In silence for hours on end
Not only are you my father,
But my only real best friend.
It's the fact that on you,
I know I can depend.
It's the me I see in you and the
You I see in me.
It's the fact that no matter how lost
I am
You always guide me home,
It's because with you
I know I shall never walk alone,
It's because every memory we've shared,
The meals you've so thoughtfully cooked and prepared,
Have been done with so much love
It's because when I feel like I'm drowning
You lift me up above
The water.
It's the fact that I'm your daughter.
It's the glint in your eye,
And the compassion in your voice,
It's because with you,
I know you'll respect my choices.


It's the waterfights, the trampolining, the shopping trips, the dreaming.
It's the pool, and the Xbox too,
It's the way without you, I have no idea what i'd do..
It's the walks, the talks, the games,
The frames of photographs,
It's the serious late night talks,
The happy and memorable laughs,
It's the hospital trips, the dunked biscuits,the broken arm,
it's the way in which you disable the ringing of alarms inside my skull.

When people ask why I'm a daddy's girl,
It's all these things, and so much more.
It's because what ever I ask for,
You tell me that's what daddy's are for.
It's the way you aid me to open doors
To the present
Despite my fears
It's the way you've never faltered
Throughout the years.

You are my logic
At times when I stumble
You are my foundations
At times when I crumble apart.
It's love you give me,
From the bottom of your heart.
It's the hundred new beginnings and fresh starts
The thousand chances,
The cheesy dances.

Its because when I burn around
My edges and sometimes my very core
You shower me with your love
And when it rains, it pours.

Dad, there are a million reasons,
Why you're my king,
And that you will remain,
Strong and shining.
So when people ask why I'm a daddy's girl
Ill keep it short and sweet
But never forget, never regret,
You're the number one dad to defeat.
Just a first draft, dad came to visit me a the hospital and I realised how much I take him for granted as the fact that I've never really thanked him.
Aysha Ahmed May 2014
You sit there next to me
Knowing how I feel.
You act normal.
So is it just me?

Am I the one with thoughts in my head
Insecurities that are left unsaid.

Problems with this
Problems with that
Feeling like our relationship
Has just gone flat.

The world was against us
We thought we'd prove them wrong
Now everything's crashing
It feels like a tragic love song.

The tune so slow
The words so deep.
The pain behind it all,
I can feel it as I crash and fall.

Hoping ull save me
Take me to my destiny.
Hoping its meant to be
You and me, we can be free
How will things work out? Only time can tell. Time heals all wounds but can time fix problems?
Aysha Ahmed May 2014
Was I just
The other woman?
Did you use me
For your personal pleasures?

The time we spent together
The sweet words we shared.
The times we made love
Was it really me you wanted there?

For the meals we had together,
The way I lay in your arms
The way that you promised me
I would never come to any harm.

How safe I felt
How secure I felt
How you gave meaning to my life
Despite the hand I was dealt.

The nights of passion
The days of romance.
Now I'm thinking
Was it just luck or chance?

The words you said
Did they mean anything?
The kisses you gave,
Did they seal anything?

Baby all I want to know,
Honesty from the start was the deal.
Was I just the other woman,
Or was what we had realer than real?

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