As my hairdresser yet again
chops off layer upon layer
of the dyed strands
with which you used
to run your fingers through,
I am bravely, finally...
letting go of you.
I just wish I will listen to ME.
Sass, pizzazz, and all that jazz. And oh, a slice or two of pizza too. ^___^V
July 15, 2009
Stubborn Heart
As my hairdresser yet again
chops off layer upon layer
of the dyed strands
with which you used
to run your fingers through,
I am bravely, finally...
letting go of you.
I just wish I will listen to ME.
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