things I have been thinking about

Frizzy Hair

Your hair is blond.
Has the end of the world gotten you down?
Maybe the end of your life?
I see those jagged mountains,
and I want to climb them,
even though I don't like the outdoors.
Your hair is bleached, isn't it?
Nature is hard.
So are your ends.
The wind is soft, your hair isn't.
Oops I thought-
Smooth and silky fantasies,
like those commercials...
See the way that your hairspray shuts me out...
The wind is blowing it all away.
Your hair is frizzy, frizzier.
 




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