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#curly
Oh my, having curly hair is so fun! Really? Try putting it in a bun. But it's so pretty It's also hefty. Do you like it? I do, but it's work. Surely not! Surely is. But I love it.
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Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 1:11 AM UTC
Curls
I sometimes wish I didn't feel the way that I do but we met the other night for the first time we met because we are both lonely in a new town and we both wanted more friends from the moment we talked I felt my body pulse for you which for me that is quite a rare occasion especially for a man I walked to the coffee shop on friday night and I see you with your dark curls jeans and as I got closer I thought wow he is so so handsome how can he just be my friend?? As we spoke more and more throughout the night I felt more and more pulled towards you as you cared more and more about me as we saw that we view the world in such a similar way your a man who feels his feelings we spoke about crying to music about feelings mental health and heartbreak and now I am unsure of what to do or how you feel I know I am not at all ready for a relationship or anything else but all I know is that I want you and from what I can see your insides are just as beautiful as your outsides.
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Aug 13, 2023
Aug 13, 2023 at 6:15 PM UTC
curly swirls
First time feeling like Juliet, staring at you from the balcony Majestic curly hair, don’t know if you notice that like I do Dark brown eyes, sharp like a knife cutting right into me And those smile in such hot weather, somehow a shiver sent down my spine Talking to your beloved friends, your laugh could really end me Don’t know if you know what you’re doing, but I do know what to Introducing myself to you, introducing us, hopefully That one day you’ll call me darling, and I’ll call you mine
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Aug 6, 2023
Aug 6, 2023 at 5:45 AM UTC
Another love poem
Choose me one day Instead of all those men Take me home and Make love like there's no tomorrow Let's not fall asleep Reading each other's heart out All those poems we wrote Fo people we'll never meet
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
Curly Haired Goddess
“(Go)rgeous morning sunrise” between (t)he m(o)untains glittering (the) dusty pollen (la)mi(n)ating her gol(d)en hair **** woman for teenage boys” rich with magic and gilded with lust (where poetry is you and me).
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Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 4:56 AM UTC
I Quote
Evident, conscious Are your curls aware of me? As I am captured By a gentle turning lock A wave in the subtle trees
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Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC
A Tanka About Her Curly Hair (S7)
You look at her, She's beautiful, She's funny, And unique. But, She isn't her. You look at her dark straight hair. You stare-- Touch it even. It slowly transforms into curly twists before your eyes. You stare in disbelief; Rub your eyes. You stare at her round sweet face, Her pretty eyes, And her petite lips. It shape shifts into a strong jawline, Gorgeous brown eyes (that you fell in love with once), And soft vivacious lips. You rub your eyes. You hear her voice, It's soft and new. You smile. Soon her voice mixes into another, It's so velvet and mesmerizing. You can't believe it. Everywhere you look, images of the girl appear, Every song you hear is sung by her, And every sleeping-waking thoughts you have is her. Aren't you over it? You tangle your hand into hers. Hoping the image will stay. You hold onto her, Begging the feeling to never stray. You coil back, and You look at her. She isn't me-- And she never will be.
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Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
She Isn't Me
A beautiful creation A powerful persuation Underestimates nation Build the foundation In my heart navigation Hey! You curly haired The one let the coffee said I'm warmer than her Be careful! Don't get burned sir!
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Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
Tendency of love
what a smile a splendid grin lovely eyes letting light in a laugh like butterflies flying from an airborne stone. a touch like warm snow a blanket to move and mold a voice like blooming dahlias hair soft and curled arms to fold around me comfort and joy in your embrace love is all the more sweeter with you
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Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
blooming dahlias
to me he is human. a tad more human than the rest of us he is the sunrise i long to see and the sunset i know so well he is the first star i see at night he is what i wish for upon that star he is the song you never get turned off of hearing or the place you go that never seems to get dull his voice sounds of adolescence and desire his body as gentle as the ripples of the ocean at night do i dare dip my toes in? do i dare dip my toes in know the waves are coming not knowing what lies beneath he is so much like the ocean beautiful powerful gentle so unknown why do we love the ocean so much is it because of its beauty or because its one thing on this God forsaken plant we see so much of but really know nothing about is that why i love him the wanting a curiosity of knowing what i see all the time he is my breaking piont you are the curly headed boy who broke me
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
Curly Headed Boy
Curls become straight Hair flows beautifully until it wraps around me Holding me down Fighting against my will Enjoying the pain Of the screams My heart makes, again. _d <a href="http://hairstylesforchubbyfaces.com/best-hair-straighteners-reviews/"> hair straightner reviews </a>
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Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
Curl Hair
From the moment I first saw you, I knew there was something wrong. The way you walked and the way you talked, you were like a handwritten song. You where close to being angelic with dazy eyes and a curly head. But what I wasn't prepared for was that you'd turn out to be satan instead.
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
Satan
I feel A premonition that girls gonna make me fall She makes you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain She'll make you go insane Upside inside out Living la Vida loca
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
I feel
I can smell your thoughts. You are thinking about Morgan Freeman now, I can feel it. I can smell your curly hair And your love of ****** And your farts.
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
I can smell you
Are you reading this If you are I know who you are You are next to me Feeling me Feeling the table that we perch You see me You see me tap tap tap You decide to acknowledge the tap tap tap And join in with the tap tap tap On the iPad
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
Are you reading
My curls are everything you wish you knew about me But it won’t reveal my inner mystery My hair means young, it means wild, it means free. My Latina nature sometimes precedes my personality People try to tell me who I am and they whisper, “I bet she…” My curls are everything you wish you knew about me He says, “I know about you Latin girls…” but the only one who can enlighten me about me, is me. To them I’m nothing more than another Jenny from the Block, but I’m not here to entertain you, let me educate you My hair means young, it means wild, it means free. My curls exude confidence, beauty, and *** appeal; they keep secrets, create dreams, and remind me how bright I expect my future to be My hair does define me. But not as you define it, as I do. I am everything I believe my hair means My curls are everything you wish you knew about me Latinas are fierce, they are fire, and they are dangerous. Maybe we’re that way because you won’t let us be. Can I just be me? Why do I have to be the person you want me to be? My hair means young, it means wild, it means free. I’m tired of society’s shackles, so I ignore what society expects me to be I love my curls, I love them when they’re frizzy, unkempt, and unruly. My curls are me. My curls are everything you wish you knew about me My hair means young, it means wild, it means free. ~Karina
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
My Curls
There’s a girl with curly brown hair Whose sense of humour is so rare, She leaves people baffled, Their simple brains addled As she spouts one-liners with flair.
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
A Limerick for Her