lexiiaah

i am a cool person, i love reading and making poems its great fun releasing emotions. im a fantastic friend i love my friends and family around me. x

i love slow jams...i just love them. they inspire me to write more love poems and any other kind of poems. x
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i always think of you in my sleep
in my dreams i always think of u
all day all night
hoping that your alright
i always think of you
wishing that your thinking of me too.
every minute every second of the day
i think of you in every special way

i really do & all because
i love you

#love

So There's This Boy ... And The Way He Laughs Makes Me Smile, And The Way He Talks Gives Me Butterflies,
Just Every Thing About Him Makes Me Smile.



I Love Him

#love

Wish You Were Here...
Holding My hand...


Wish You Were Here...
Kissing My Lips...

Wish You Were Here...
Doing All That We Did Together...

#love

love me again like you used to...
when you come home from work and give me a hug and kiss; smelling that sweet aroma of your perfume.
love me again; i remember it like yesterday you telling me how much you need me, telling me how much you care, adore me. you always told me how much you loved me.

we had a great future ahead of us. 3 kids. you wanted 3kids. Jr, Andrea , Maleila.


why did you have to go away?
why did you have to leave me?



Wasnt i good enough for you?

i cut out every one in my life so i can be with you. you know, my parents didnt really like you. but i didnt care.
all that mattered was that i loved you.

if i had one wish, i wish that you will love me again.




Love me Again... so that i dont fall into peices.

#heart, #broken

When you look into my eyes, what do you see?

Do you see a happy child filled with laughter and joy?

Please, tell me what you see in my eyes.

Do you see a bird, free as can be?

Well you’re wrong.

I’m nothing like a bird. I’m trapped making me feel that life is not significant.

Making me feel I can’t go on.

You see you don’t see the pain I’m going through.

It’s like having a hundred knifes been pierced into my body.

And with every stab there is a wound. And behind that wound there is a message behind it. ‘You are zilch because you are trapped’.

You see me in school as an average girl, happy with loads of friends playing chatting and flirting with boys. But you see once I go home that girl is no more.

I wish my home was like my college, I was free. I could actually feel the cold wind brush against my cheek, making it look like I was wearing bright red blusher.

But when it comes to my home- it’s different.

When I go home, it’s like I’m a black-and-white television with no emotions or colour at all.

With my dad who’s an alcoholic beating my mum and I like we were a drum kit he got last Christmas.

My mother, who can’t even look at me face to face, with the bruises on her face, looking like a dismantled, rearranged person… where did it go wrong,?

When my dad beats me, I feel the coldness of his hands, I hear the heavy breathing, I smell his drunkenness; smelling of some heavy whisky. I see the blood coming out from my head, and spray out onto the floor,

I see my mother slowly dying, tears from my eyes empty out. I didn’t want her to leave me. I wanted me and her to runaway to a safe place. I wanted my mum to see me finish college then onto my graduation then seeing her own grand children.

I suddenly feel like I was going away.

Did God really listen to my prayers?

I could feel I was loosing power, weak in fact.

It was like my soul at a train station, about to leave the platform. Was I finally getting away from this aggressive monster?

Next minute I knew…

I stopped.

Breathing.



Lexiiaaah Poems xx Enjoy xx

#hurt

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