That girl with the shoulder-length hair. Golden locks so soft. I have long since forgotten her face. Once so beautiful, it's been tainted. Tainted by anger, sadness, pain, hate.
Hair once envied by the Sun, now no more than mud. Someone whom I could trust, now just another person. A person once so fun and bubbly, now cold and spiteful. Once my best friend, now my enemy.
Oh, how I long for that girl. The girl that made my heart flutter. The girl that curled my toes. The girl that brightened my darkest days, yet could darken my bright days in a heartbeat. The girl I told everything to, and that told me everything. The girl I've crossed a thousand miles to see, and that I'd cross a thousand more to see again. The girl I would've given my life to, and the one who stole it. The girl I knew. The girl I loved.
Maybe, deep down, she's the same girl. Maybe someday she'll tire of being ugly. She'll relearn what happiness is, how to have fun. She'll be sweet and love again. She'll go back to her natural hair color and once more rival the Sun. And maybe, just maybe, She'll let her hair reach her shoulders.
And maybe everyone will long for peace. There'll be no war, no poverty, no disease. And maybe politicians everywhere will vow to only tell the truth. Maybe that little kid in south Arkansas can really experience snow. And maybe everyone will repent and ask for forgiveness. But for now, I'll set my sights on the girl I used to know. the girl with the shoulder-length hair.
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The Girl With the Shoulder-Length Hair
PoetryThis is basically about a girl that I met a couple of years ago. I used to be crazy about her and I found that I still am, just not what she's become. She's dyed her pretty blonde hair black (eventually brown), and cut it so that it doesn't even rea...
