He likes long hair.
I have been growing my hair from the last two years.
They grew. They reached just below my bra-strap.
But then, he was gone.
And my hair grew matted, and tangled.
Split ends, knots.
Tears. Sobs. Depression.
One day, I had enough.
I got up, I rose.
Smiled. And made my way to the salon.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
The knots, mats, tangles fell to the ground.
Now my hair falls just below my ears.
And I love it.
And I love me :)
2 comments:
And I love ya! muahs...
You kinda remind me of me when I used to write poetry and odd snippets like this on my first personal Blogger blog (it stills exists but I haven't written there in long). I think I like your writing! Yes, very much so. :-)
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