Dear stranger
I cut my hair today.
It wasn't very long earlier but now it's rather quite short.
I wonder if you like girls with short hair.
I also have 5 piercings on my ears and one on my nose.
I wonder if you like piercings.
This thought occurred to me for the first time today.
I'd never thought before if you would ever like me the way I am and if you shan't, then I'll change it.
I know it's not right, but for you I'll do anything.
I think I'm going a little beyond even insanity.
Why would I give up myself for someone I don't even know the name of? I know not.
But then again, I've always been a little extra crazy.
My mum used to say that she thinks someone hit me on the head when I was a child.
She says I'm a little too foolish, to pure for this world and I just laugh at her.
Why would she even think that?
I'm not pure.
I've done my share of sins and I've been through the hall of hell.
I thinks that's it.
I must've stolen a piece of madness off there, I must've done a lot of wrong, for I have wished for so long, a year gone by and another month too long and yet I stay waiting, for a soul as shiny as yours.
Maybe you're too pure for me.
Maybe You're too good to be mine.
Maybe I won't sleep again tonight.
