My hair is long,
It is beautiful,
Is that all it is?
No.
My hair is wild,
and free.
So often tied up,
But I see hope in it.
For a better future.
A better person.
Though it's a part of me,
For better or worse.
Protective and comforting.
Wise and Youthful.
My hair is a spirit like no other.
You can't understand.
It goes deeper than understanding.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoesiaThese are some of my poems that I have written and finally decided to put up and ones that I have recently written and put up. They are personal, so think what you like, but don't judge me, you don't know my story. My emotions and me are in these po...
