Curls Dec 8, 2016May 28, 2017 ~ Sapience Curls overwhelm me with poetry and passion the strangled me Caught in my nose ring Smile at the thought of The intensity of true love And wanting me Than the transient ones Who belittled you For mediocrity! My curls are worth more To nestle in it Is something yet more Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Published by Sapience A mere weeping dot in the universe. View all posts by Sapience