One day, I came home from school
You had treated me terribly the week before
And, like countless other times
I convinced myself to let you go
So when I went to school
And I saw you
You were a completely new person
Your hair was short
Which wouldn't seem like a big deal to most
But to me
It meant too much
You set my mind racing once again
And I fell for you
As if I were a man dancing with two left feet
I came home from school that day
And I saw my mom
"How was school?"
She asked
"She cut her hair"
"Is it long or short?"
"Short"
"Oh shit"
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.
