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Somya Pal

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Dear God When I said I like it messy I was referring to my hair and not life! #yqbaba #messy #hair #life Ps: lockdown making it messier!

Dear God When I said I like it messy I was referring to my hair and not life! #yqbaba #messy #hair #life Ps: lockdown making it messier!

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"I'd fallen in love with her smile her innocent pair of eyes her messy hair And the the crop top, she'd wear❣️ #quotes #poem #poems #seeratp

"I'd fallen in love with her smile her innocent pair of eyes her messy hair And the the crop top, she'd wear❣️ #quotes #poem #poems #seeratp

Springblossoms

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He would come and rest On the branch Of my collarbone And and get lost in the Silky forest of my Messy hairs. Just saying to my camera that oh I'm alive!😁🤭 Don't get scared if I post something out of my box😂 #rest #life #branch #forest #silky #mess

He would come and rest On the branch Of my collarbone And and get lost in the Silky forest of my Messy hairs. Just saying to my camera that oh I'm alive!😁🤭 Don't get scared if I post something out of my box😂 #rest #life #branch #forest #silky #mess

Arpita Mohanty

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SHE leads this life to make THEM happy💔 The way she struggles With her messy hairs The darkness kept dancing Even the lights were on She wanted her desires To be filled but the bur

SHE leads this life to make THEM happy💔 The way she struggles With her messy hairs The darkness kept dancing Even the lights were on She wanted her desires To be filled but the bur

Arpita Mohanty

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SHE leads this life to make THEM happy💔 The way she struggles With her messy hairs The darkness kept dancing Even the lights were on She wanted her desires To be filled but the bur

SHE leads this life to make THEM happy💔 The way she struggles With her messy hairs The darkness kept dancing Even the lights were on She wanted her desires To be filled but the bur

PRAKASH CHANDRA NAYAK

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¶¶ LOVE THE WAY YOU DO YOUR HAIR ¶¶ When you wind up your bushy, messy hair, tie it up with your soft palms and clip it looking into the mirror to confirm that you actually look like a cute angel; because the first time when you do it looking into my eyes as we wake up to a beautiful new morning in our life everyday, and ask me with your dried lips, of how do you look. I look at your smile, I look at the way you do your hair. I fall for you a little more. You never get an answer but find immense love in my eyes that speak to you of your eternal beauty more than my lips could ever do. ¶¶ LOVE THE WAY YOU DO YOUR HAIR ¶¶ When you wind up your bushy, messy hair, tie it up with your soft palms and clip it looking into the mi

¶¶ LOVE THE WAY YOU DO YOUR HAIR ¶¶ When you wind up your bushy, messy hair, tie it up with your soft palms and clip it looking into the mirror to confirm that you actually look like a cute angel; because the first time when you do it looking into my eyes as we wake up to a beautiful new morning in our life everyday, and ask me with your dried lips, of how do you look. I look at your smile, I look at the way you do your hair. I fall for you a little more. You never get an answer but find immense love in my eyes that speak to you of your eternal beauty more than my lips could ever do. ¶¶ LOVE THE WAY YOU DO YOUR HAIR ¶¶ When you wind up your bushy, messy hair, tie it up with your soft palms and clip it looking into the mi

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my heart when it sees those birds building their nest despite failing a lot of times when cool breeze takes my hair along with it and return back those messy hairs I love the most when I need not say anything and my mother understands it all while preparing our favourite coffee with lots of wisdom in that cup when I see that from childhood till now noone but my teddy, Bonzo is being there to join my pieces back when I can relate with the thorns more and roses less as some processes need best examples when I get my favourite chocolate from my father as a reward for being able to balance things otherwise my heart had been beating in the gloomy atmosphere too with no complaints. Red is the colour my heart when it sees those birds building their nest despite failing a lot of times when cool breeze takes my hair along

my heart when it sees those birds building their nest despite failing a lot of times when cool breeze takes my hair along with it and return back those messy hairs I love the most when I need not say anything and my mother understands it all while preparing our favourite coffee with lots of wisdom in that cup when I see that from childhood till now noone but my teddy, Bonzo is being there to join my pieces back when I can relate with the thorns more and roses less as some processes need best examples when I get my favourite chocolate from my father as a reward for being able to balance things otherwise my heart had been beating in the gloomy atmosphere too with no complaints. Red is the colour my heart when it sees those birds building their nest despite failing a lot of times when cool breeze takes my hair along

Bad Poet

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I am the poet on the lonely street Messy hair, rigged clothes Beat up diary, pen on nose What do I write, you wonder I just look for the moonlight And see you tonight You look gorgeous, big eyes You look gorgeous from my side So I'll write what I can From the moonlight, From my life as well I'll write for your mister too I'll write about his lion tattoo You both walking hand in hand Well I'll be taking my stance To feel you both on my heart And my lover, far apart This diary means nothing to all But it's my friend for rain and fall Until one day, when I'm thrown Away somewhere, some different zone I hope someone likes my stories Poems, words, and roses maybe If that someone loves this messy That would be some, some legacy For a better read: I am the poet on the lonely street Messy hair, rigged clothes Beat up diary, pen on nose What do I write, you wonder I j

I am the poet on the lonely street Messy hair, rigged clothes Beat up diary, pen on nose What do I write, you wonder I just look for the moonlight And see you tonight You look gorgeous, big eyes You look gorgeous from my side So I'll write what I can From the moonlight, From my life as well I'll write for your mister too I'll write about his lion tattoo You both walking hand in hand Well I'll be taking my stance To feel you both on my heart And my lover, far apart This diary means nothing to all But it's my friend for rain and fall Until one day, when I'm thrown Away somewhere, some different zone I hope someone likes my stories Poems, words, and roses maybe If that someone loves this messy That would be some, some legacy For a better read: I am the poet on the lonely street Messy hair, rigged clothes Beat up diary, pen on nose What do I write, you wonder I j

Shubhi Mahajan

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•A TRIP• The word 'TRIP' brought broad smile to the faces. Bags were ready to stay on several shoulders. Our torches were excited to open

•A TRIP• The word 'TRIP' brought broad smile to the faces. Bags were ready to stay on several shoulders. Our torches were excited to open

Dr Rani

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Love at first site..... Love at first site...... Dear love this was for you... I woke up in the morning went to college Never expected someone's eye's upon me Com

Love at first site..... Love at first site...... Dear love this was for you... I woke up in the morning went to college Never expected someone's eye's upon me Com