memories of my hair.
Look at it grow.
Look at it blow.
Look at it when it's tied up in a bow.
On top of my head.
On top of a mountain.
When I'm in bed.
Here it looks like a fountain.
See at it back from afar.
When my face felt like tar.
Oh hair. Te exrtrano.
Oh hair. Te quiero.
Oh hair. Oh the sorrow.
Oh hair. I'll see you tomorrow.
Of next year.
When you'll be long again.
LIFE IS LONG!
(hair)
2 comments:
Did you get your hair cut? Love your poem and your creativity. Any plans for other body parts or functions?
I'm trying to grow mine out too. But it was never as long as yours! That's my goal, just to do it.
Love you!
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