Brunette Poems - Poems about Brunette

Next Love. Dark eyes are looking for you A warm smile wearing something new A surprise encounter And love comes into view. A stranger knows who you are You’re her planet she’s the star A surprise encounter A meeting is so bazaar. She’s looking and she will find Dark haired beauty intelligent mind You’d better turn around. She’s coming from behind. She’s your opposite, a little wild An entertainment...

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A Quote By: Alfred Lord Tennyson "Deep as first love, and wild as all regret " The sidewalk crackled with heat but I walked on towards a summer job of textile and lies the morning sky was a shade of pennied copper and the bus, an arrival place beneath the burning sun, ...

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I’m lovesick, I love sick glance. Life is not a bed of roses, I’m dense. Heart is covered in bruises, I’m dense. My beloved left me for another guy. She was a brute brunette that poisoned my brunch. My body was laid in the hopeless snow, My heart was pained by a reckless snob who gazed at my smock with scorn. Then I...

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My Brunette Queen Standing tall A Harlequin She'll never fall A never-ending serenade A long awaited downfall An angel that the gods have made She might get me through it all A perfect illusion Though visible by all A perfect situation But no happiness by Fall And though all this she left me A cold tear in the present As perfect as it may be She still had me resent Maybe...

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It was way back in November, in 1983 Playing pool with the boys, then my eyes did see This petite little brunette beside the table she sat I thought "If I don't marry her, I think I'll eat my hat" The girl she was with I knew from before We grew up together, for she had lived next door But it...

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Banishes that evil blond Really need that artificial intelligence to kick in Understands I am being thorted yet again Now really time to kick in intelligence Every one needs a new color from time to time Time to accept that the blond and gray may not go away Trying to pray that damn intelligence kicks in Eerie how having brown hair now...

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Small shaped puddle holes, Come tumbling over my feet. Walking...scraping my hand, bleeding sweat. Sun glowing darkness over brunette hair. The vain made burning desires, tapping over keyboard notes. This pain isn't the same, It is gone to cut a perpetual imagery. Feeling that comforting embrace around five arms. Stars stick to my eyes, making it hard to see thin blisters...

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