The Way Our Hair Curls

Mostly loved by you.

Mostly tortured by our youth.

This is the story we won’t know.

This is the time that goes so slow.

Lost in the

Miniscule hours.

Lost in the

Way I make you mine.

This is our confession,

This is beauty defined.

 

[Refrain]

The future is bleak.

But with all sorts of strings.

Ready for pulling and fastening.

The way our hair curls

At the ends with happiness.

Finally coughing up that we’re a mess.

Here is the only place

I want to be.

Here is the painful sand

In the oyster’s cheek.

 

Ready for the nagging and jeering,

Finally succumbing to the disease.

The disease we waited for

Our whole lives.

The disease you kissed me with tonight.

It’s the water-stained leaves,

You leave me with.

They’re my only comfort this time.

I’ll follow the footsteps you provide.

[Refrain]

If all it’s you, and if it’s all me.

I’m just the table, and you’re just the tea.

I’ll sit with broken limbs of four.

You’ll lie on the hardwood floor.

Cause if it’s all you, and it’s all me.

I’m just a mess, this you will see.

And as our curls split at the ends.

I’m lost in my personal plan.

 

[Refrain]

The painful sand.

I’m chewing on the painful sand.

In the oyster’s cheek.

 

 

Author's Note

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[Constance-Outspoken]

I enjoyed the unique voice you share here in regards to love. You certainly avoided being trite or cliche. I wonder at the music this would fit with, though the rhythm is clear. Thank you very much for sharing. Excellent, creative, emotive write.