Hair
My life is a mess. Nothing works out for me.
I rust away like the coloured leaves in front of me.
There is nothing that satisfies my urge.
I tried a lot but it fades away. Everyone else goes to church.
I change my hair every season, reawake me once more.
Short and black, long and pink. Give me more.
Won't hesitate to try anything new. Changes suit me.
My body is all mine and the hair on it. I am free.
I rust away like the coloured leaves in front of me.
There is nothing that satisfies my urge.
I tried a lot but it fades away. Everyone else goes to church.
I change my hair every season, reawake me once more.
Short and black, long and pink. Give me more.
Won't hesitate to try anything new. Changes suit me.
My body is all mine and the hair on it. I am free.
verfasst: 10.12.2018
~Mandy
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