Friday, April 29, 2022

Messy Hair


Messy Hair
By Lord R.e. Taylor

Messy hair means a lot to me
It takes a special kind of person
You do not spend hours before a mirror
It does not matter what people say
So, let the winds blow
Throw your brush out of the window
And run your fingers through it
It does not matter anymore
You are you and you are perfect

© Poem – IV/XXIX/MMXXII
LRET


 

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