I’ll cut my wild hair short
Get tattoos to cover sores
Pack away your gifts
In preparation to move on
I’ll sell my clothes
In charity shop windows
Buy tons more
For a fresh start in this course
I’ll keep busy at work
And with outside chores
In hope I’ll forget
So I can restart
I’ve grieved over the loss
Trying to rebuild my worn trust
I forgive your careless words
And how your reckless actions touched
I’ll admit I’m scared
Being almost all alone
With no adult figure close
But don’t worry I’ll get by
As we both know
I’ll never forget you
I still wish you all the best
In this world of strange events
Maybe one day I’ll see you again
When my wild short hair turns grey
- Author: ShannonXx ( Offline)
- Published: November 4th, 2017 06:59
- Comment from author about the poem: This is the last poem I promised :)
- Category: Friendship
- Views: 110
- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet, Edthepoet
Comments5
Very nice , you don’t have to say the last one keep writing those feelings out it is very therapeutic , it’s tough to be on your known , hope a haircut helps .... good writing keep it up
Thank you
Don't let one bad apple spoil the bunch. One door closes as another door opens. Great write Shannon.
Thank you!!
A bad hair day there Shannon? I hope it's AP says and not: 'When one door opens another one shuts in your face!' lol.
Thanks!
You grown that hair longer yet?! lol.
Visiting the hair-dresser is the best therapy there is. You can pour your heart out and get all that free support and advice from all the other women.
Well written, like it!
Thank you so much!
Very good write Shannon, I do hope that it is not your last poem.
Thanks! No it’s not my last one but the last of a set of poems about the same person and situation
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