Wrapped around her fingers
She can smell your thoughts
She must rinse the weight of your fingers imprinted on her head
She prefer to wash away the memories of how you tangled together
Her hair was something that made her feel ashamed
Her hair makes a mess of her head
She brush it gently
For a minute, it's perfect and neat
But then it gets frizzy when she sweat
Whether wind, rain, or snow
Humidity makes her hair frizz
And later on affects her mood
A head full of whirls
Wearing curly hair
Blonde, bright, vivid, dark
Switching hair color easily
Any color would flow well with her face perfectly
All you can see is a
Happy, skinny and curly
It won't reveal her inner mystery
Her curls reveal confidence, beauty and sex appeal
They keep secrets, they create dreams
Her strands are young
It means wild, it means free
Her hair was long
But now it's short
A thousand of strands falls to the ground
She try to look forward
She try to see the good in that
She saw the light
And now
it's softer to touch
It took some getting used to when passing mirrors
But now she love it
Cos no maintenance needed
The look of wanting
The look of desire and temptation
And you want to play with it
But she cut it already
Some are long & some are short
Some are thick & some are thin
Some are blond & some are not
Straight, wavy, curly or kinky
Everyone's hair is different
We all have one head
Cuttin' it short
Things get better
She had forgotten her mistakes
She had forgotten it all
She opens her arms wide
She welcome the wind and the rain
Embracing the new beginning
