It's all about the hair

I see your back, facing me,

You were sitting just inches from me

I said "hi" with an introduction

then followed by a short conversation.

Your face reminds me of innocence,

carefree and happy.

I wish I could talk to you more and hear your voice,

But you go whenever I get close.

Can't stop looking at you,

You're just there but I can't reach you.

You surround yourself with your own thoughts

It was like a barrier that I can't break.

I was afraid to talk to you because I feel that I might say something you agree not

or when I start talking to you I might shake.

I wondered how I got so attached?

Your face and my dreams doesn't match.

I thought of it every day and night

I just couldn't think of anything about you that I like.

Then a relisation occured to me

I liked your hair that is curly, brown and shiney

How could I miss it

That is the only thing I see.

I always sit behind you to cherish you luscious hair

and then one day you decided to have a little funfair

Grabbed the dye and poured all over your head.

Perfection is only ruined by fools

You turned the next day with a head of a baboon.

Good bye!