My hair's a mess,
and that's the truth.
I wont hide it any longer.
I'm a messed up youth.
I don't know where the comb is.
It's no where to be found
and even if I find it,
the knots will still bound.
So lets get this straight
my hair isn't at all.
And when I find a brush
you're the one I'll actually call.
It's a mess you see.
I cant put my fingers through.
I wished I combed it earlier
because this mess isn't new.
It's been here since Tuesday
and it'll be here tomorrow.
If I don't comb it soon
it'll fill me with sorrow.
So please help me kind Sir,
lend me a hand if you will.
because I cant find a brush or comb
I'll surely let out a thrill.
A/N: I really need to comb my hair. -7/25/2012 5:27
I'll date everything I do just because I want to. I didn't really mean that to rhyme. Ok maybe I sort of did. Oh and I'd really appreciate some comments on the poems and tips on how I can improve. :))
