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your fingers weren't made to run through my hair
by Ava Blu
it isnt that cold here,
not compared to everywhere else,
but i wear my gloves
and button my coat uptohere.
it was dreary here for so long,
longer than normal,
but the sun is showing;
this is more than i can say for you.
my bangs have grown longer
than i believe;
you still tug at them and ask
if theyre real.
contacts were for the occasional going outs
i did,
and now my glasses have become the
alwaysonmakemefeelbetterstayinghome
(i wear them out).
ive just decided to cut my hair
(i figured youd want to know)
you can keep whats left.
02/06/2007 Posted on 02/07/2007
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/07/07 at 05:17 AM As always, a bitter, wonderfully written pill to swallow. I honestly can't remember the last time you wrote something that didn't leave a little blood under the fingernails. |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 02/07/07 at 06:16 AM sometimes angst for whatever reason is good, real good. enjoyed the raw feeling and the honesty. i enjoy writing with emotion myself so appreciate this much. ~JPP |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/07/07 at 10:38 AM must be a universal girl thing....i cut off all my hair just before i left my ex-... |
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