Long hair- gives you reckπΈ
But sometimes, it becomes
the pain of neckπ€· ...-
Braid grew longer,
So did desires,
Hair's got shortened
Since desires passed away.-
// Braids
Winter's air tip toed
Into my room, through
The narrow openings
Of my Window.
Caressed my face;
Flipped my brown,
Silken, luxuriant hair
Which was awaiting to be
Tied flat; into braids.
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Feels like yesterday when we passed school together
With my oily braids and ur unbeard face
From tiffen to cafe dates
From behind the notebook to beneath blanket
Endless smiles to now I want spaces
The " the best " to " now unknow"
I became beautiful, oh he said that
But my essence vanished from his heart-
Her fingers
Parts away the
hair strands,
She pulls them over and
Over again
making a braid
In two minutes,
My fingers
Trying so hard to
Part the hair
Can't even make a
Braid ,
Trying hard
And hard till my
Fingers pained,
My hair was never
Plaited..
-
She never adored
her braids which
hung like adorned dates.
But only after losing touch
and growing
stylish wigs,
she missed those
familiar ringlets
hanging carelessly
down her back. β % &-
"A poem"
Regarding ?
"A girl with braids"
Many girls got braids, nothing new in that
But none of their braids are weaved with my betels of love!-