Your Hair

​I’ve never written poetry for you,because
Everytime I sit and think about you, I’m lost in

The waves that your hair makes when you let it down on your shoulder;

And I’m swimming through the knots to reach your face 

But your smile distracts me and I drown in what

Can only be called beauty of the Gods.

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