But I've never met a ginger I liked until you.
Kissy Marie

I've always liked gingers
But I've never met a ginger I liked until you.
Your flaming hair echoes my desire.

There's something about a red-headed man.....especially the one I wrote this about.
#love   #desire   #20w   #ginger   #kissymarie  

missing you missing you
i miss you

i missed you

i kinda forgot about you
but now you're online again
back down from the mountains
back down from your disappearance

missing you missing you
again
all over

and also i'm sorry

#love   #you   #miss   #sorry   #ginger  
ginger i know your name
Melinda
Sep 7      Sep 8

ginger i know your name
but i'll keep this a secret
i know who you are
but i'll keep it hidden
i promise i won't tell
if you promise to treat me well
just look me in the eyes
tell me you see me
and i'll be your runaway love

haven't even talked to ginger boy yet and he already haunts my
dreams like no one else. this is hopeless..
#love   #boy   #secret   #runaway   #promise   #ginger  
Thandiwe
Thandiwe
Sep 26

‘Shadow of the day’

Play and play and release the locks of this attraction.

Sway and displace the diamond sealed in the concrete.

It shone and sparkled immense value.

Could’ve never ended and remained in your zone.

An amazing soul, rare and simply beautiful.

Replace this with thoughts known,

You pure gold, wish forces could entwine this desire not a norm.

Came packaged in a lovely form.

I viewed your sense and values and even butterflies fluttered and passed out from your flood of casual injection of euphoria.

Seems too futile…sadly the world hardly awards love.

Will it sub-side, found a real prince of note…maybe it could’ve been groomed and grown with the days.

Is it possible to remove such a being from my rooms of thought?

Will it get better or worse with time?

Hardly unreal when lips only recite our memories.

Make what’s engulfed me in your aura die,

It’s not needed, not happening again.

Why is it now…over and over again.

The stenches of my lust for you,

My longing to be in your presence.

For once, can I be blessed with  treasure like you.

Shiny and rare…beautiful and valuable.

Regrets of loving so easily has now become a punishment.

Again I need to mend the pieces,

The millions of pieces broken by heavy disappointment.

Why did those words you said colour my ears,

How can you have made me feel liked yet you saw past me.

Haven’t my feet walked this hurt before.

Seems things are too heavy…

Never golden or maybe their lame gestures have rusted my heart.

Hardly any good in the possibilities, I hate these realities.

I’m fed up with these warriors who easily pull on my heart-strings.

Where shall I rest?

Find comfort and acceptance from the evil rest.

I saw sanctuary in your eyes,

Pictured a loving soul and felt a honourale being from your touch.

Loosen my grip on what will never happen.

Too raw…yet the heart has become immune.

Now mind and energy drowns in gloom.

20years of living…still I believe in love.

Still I want to believe there’s one for me.

Understanding and equally loving.

But…sadly there’s been no luck.

Maybe, just maybe it’s my fault.

Maybe I reveal too much and have them regretting they laid eyes on me.

Ginger's just a spicy bitch.
Jacob Marley
Jacob Marley
Jul 19, 2012

Ginger's just a spicy bitch.
You pay her no mind.

Her food stamps
speak, louder than her fake earrings.

Poorly cloaked poverty.
Cash talks, fake chains
scream stupidity.

She's livin'
the
White Trash Dream.

RJ Deephouse
Jun 20, 2013

a large black and white beast lays on the floor beside me.
in this room
at this moment
no real danger is present

Known to his friends as Ginger
Paul F Clayton
Paul F Clayton
Jul 31, 2012

Born in nineteen thirty five
To reside at "Tick Tock park"
A whole life marred by damaged lungs
Yet, gracious was his heart

Known to his friends as Ginger
This man of arduous health
He possessed an ever-cheery smile
Wit and intellect his wealth

Passionate was he for art
Racehorses, jazz, the Goons
And chrysanthemum had more value
Than mankind racing for the moon

With his water colour paintings
He tried to leave his mark
But alas his dreams were halted
For no mercy has the dark

Of the protagonist of this ode
I shall say only this
My father was a brilliant man
Who I shall always miss

Ginger.
Hannah Sislo

Freckles?
To me,
Angel kisses.
To you,
Stolen souls.
Pale skin?
To me,
Sunburns.
To you,
Glow-in-the-dark.
Red hair?
To me,
Heritage.
To you,
Heated temper.
Ginger.
You say I have no soul.
I stand up to you and say:
Red hair,
Don’t care!

 
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