Poems of the Young one

Long hair

She grew her hair long and wide,
To be like rapuzel she has stride
She wishes to be like her idol,
But she thinks that she will end up being homicidal.
She hopes and dreams to be pretty
But her thoughts, they seem so whitty.
Her hair grows long and thin,
Beauty lying deep within.
She hopes to gain the love from others
And in her sorrows they smother,
Smother her with sadness and deep cries
A longing for beauty that never dies.
She grew her hair long and wide,
Which will keep on growing until she decides.
Decides to give up on her dream.
And in her life, as so it seams
She is beautiful in every way,
But the love for herself is lost way out at bay.