Once, I ask if I should trim my hair and go for a full-bangs,
Inspired by an actress I adore, with her captivating mane.
You immediately express doubts, suggesting it won't suit me,
Leaving me discontent, wondering if it could truly be.
Nevertheless, I decide to embrace the sweeping style,
Initially, you admit it's not too bad, it even brings a smile.
But as time passes, and my new look fades away,
You remark that our photo with that style wasn't okay.
We chuckle and concede that it wasn't our best bet,
Promising never to revisit that look, not even for a set.
With or without the sweeping change, it's you I adore,
Every single day, now and forevermore.
YOU ARE READING
L - Love, Lost & Longing
PoetryA collection of heartfelt poems about love, starting with passion, then loss, and ending with longing.
