Our hair.

I don't know who this was about. Or when I wrote it. But it was a very long time ago, and I just so happened to find it on my computer.

As for her. 

Her hair fell perfectly upon her pale face, curling right around her dainty jawline. 

It sat upon her head, and looked as if it seemed to glisten in the warm sun,

and as it trailed behind her, blonde streaks of silk cascaded down past her shoulders,

and danced behind her body as  wrapped around her petite waist while she walked along the warm sandy beach. 

On a perfect day, my hair extends past my waist, starting out straight, 

then it begins to flow into large waves ribbon like curly q's. 

It too glows in the afternoon sun and trails behind me as the wind picks it up and plays with it. 

The multitudes of various golden-browns, 

and dark chocolate lowlights bring out the vibrant blues and greens in my eyes. 

My hair falls down my back, almost as if it were a caramel and chocolate waterfall, 

sparkling in the hot sun thats keeping it melted, warm, and smooth. 

Author's Note

Highly doubt this is even a poem haha, but I found it suprisingly descriptive in regards to my hair as well as this other girl.