Are you finding it easy to bunch that strings of yours,
Or is it tough?
Are they really just deceased cells from your head,
Or are they threads of love?
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Hair, hair, hair
Curly hair, straight hair,
flowing in the waves hair.
Taken care but they don't care,
dancing in despair air.
Frustrated you are,
tendrils sticking on your neck,
Hands buried in the pockets
Damn, what the heck?
Suddenly the search halted,
Realising at the back of your head.
Tied around your wrist, exhausted
Marking your flesh, faintly red.
Just like your life,
Undoubtedly rife.
You twist it, you bend it
You pushed it, you pulled it,
But don't stress it too much
You'll so naively end it.
Even if it snapped,
you'll get a fresh band.
But lemme tell you a fact,
you're no alice in wonderland.
Don't stretch, maintain the balance,
Because hair tie, doesn't lie.
~w
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