CURLYPOETICS

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[boy-so-pale]

[boy-so-pale]

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A man becomes powerless To a woman That is expert In breaking her own heart.

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Know when she begins To drift. And use it. The anchor she sees in you.

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She will never leave you The way she found you. So decide-- Do you want to be touched, Or Touched

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Something about the way she struts her soul.

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She ripped the petals from her skin Tore them off and locked them in her Mind. And she will wait for the only bee That’s as blind and brave and Wild as she-- And her Mind Will Drip With Honey.

@curly.meg // The Apetalous flower, and the Sapiosexual bee.

[naihve]

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I fell just Short Of making you Mad About Me. Instead, I made Me Mad About Me.

@curly.meg // Mad about Me.

[y-o-u-t-h-s]

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Soiled in her sadness- Like a lotus flower she grows.

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Take the woman that finds new beginnings in the same old love. Take the woman that will find the life in loving you each dying day. She will show you she can, in the simplest of ways. Just watch her at 7am, when she has not yet caged her wild heart, when her mind is a little hazy and unhinged. Watch her loving eyes arouse, awaken and animate with a primitive love for you. Watch her slightly swollen bed lips, pout their way into a premature and playful smile for you, long before you did anything to deserve it. But don’t just take this woman. Seize her with your manly hands and lift her up, to the heavenly view of the deep horizon. And then demand her-- to drink it in. Compel her to look at the place where you the sky, and her the sea, will die for new beginnings endlessly.

@curly.meg // New beginnings with you.

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And at night when her soft touch sings you to your sleep, she will trace poems on your spine; that will make most grown men weep.

@curly.meg // To be touched by a Woman.

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Your not one to lose sleep about much, and don’t I know it. And maybe time will teach you that some things are worth twisting and turning for. Maybe one evening on your way home from work, you’ll see a girl with curly hair holding hands with someone else. It won’t be me. But you’ll take a double look and your heart might sink. Or maybe you’ll get home, you’ll get hungry and remember our favourite restaurant that we haven’t been to in so long. And you’ll feel a new kind of hunger. The one I’ve always felt for you. You might even lay your head on your pillow and miss the way I used to kiss you for no reason at all. So then you might come and hunt for me. You might come back for me and fight for me with the conviction that I’ve worn myself sick for. I hope this night is soon, I hope it happens at all. I will be waiting to be found. And every day I pray that it is you– Who finds me.

@curly.meg // Show me sorry.

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I questioned you because you did not dance to the rhythm in my head, forgetting you too were made different and rare. I love you because you did not change your rhythm to match mine, yet you held my hand stronger and like a silent disco we'll dance together, you can Waltz and I'll Foxtrot, till the end of time.

@curly.meg // Just two left feet that are meant to be.

[serious]