Dig deep,
Faded memory.
Alone at once,
I'm satisfied.
Kill my originality,
Give way for the new.
A faltered identity,
Is now put behind - me;
Can't you see that I don't care,
My main bliss is just the thin air.
Weep with me,
See me through,
Don't inquire my changes.
My eyes may be brown,
But truly they are blue.
They always been blue;
I guess everyone just couldn't see them.
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La Coiffure
PoetryAllons-y! Down a saccharine trail; why? I may ask what it will bring. Does the past have a history; Where's the visionary input? On our clothes, in our hair. We as women seem to forget the boon that set us forward- our glamorous minds never cease...
