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  
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.

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

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

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!

re black, gay, dwarfs ?as well as being ginger.
ioan pearce
Feb 27, 2010

white paloured skinfreckled facesturning pinkin sunny places blaze of red upon their headno right to be a whingerwhat if they were black, gay, dwarfs ?as well as being ginger.

Ginger
Emily Larrabee

They say
I have
no
soul
no
heart
but
that's quite
heartless
don't
you think
making someone
else feel
bad
for
the color
of their
hair
I try to let it
slip my mind
forget it ever happened
but whenever I see them
in my head
I hear them
criticizing my hair
and my freckles
I can not change
I was born this
way
No one can make me different
I gave a homeless man half
of my sandwich
and five dollars
yet
I'm soulless
I gave a soldier I didn't even know
a hug and a thank you
yet I have no heart
Well you know what
I am a proud ass
Ginger

 
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