Saturday 25 April 2015

Poetry: Samson by Michaela Carmitan



SAMSON
 by Michaela Carmitan

When I cut my hair
(I don’t hand over the scissors)
I want us to look like twins
But if you like your long hair just fine,
I regret getting my new haircut
(So I grow it out)
But if ever you do cut your hair
(Took you a while to convince yourself to)
It’s too late,
Because I only remember the time
That I cut my hair for you
(And you didn’t)

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