Tuesday, April 04, 2006

My Hair!

Time has done nothing but make me miss my hair even more. There is no mourning for it. No one even realizes I miss it because when I first lost it, it didn't matter. People figure I have gotten over it. But, then again, I don't want pity, and I don't really want their sympathy, I just want my hair back. I just want to feel that prickly feeling. I don't want people to ask me whether I'm 18 or 29? I don't want to hurt over something that is so petty and pointless. I don't want to hurt over vanity. I just want my Pubic Hair back.

I miss my Pubic Hair so here I have written this poem for it:-
(yes I'm attempting to poem again, bare with me again)

Oh, my bushy shrub of once loved hair,
You've left me with pokey bare,
This is not a healthy fashion allure,
This can be enhance of my sexual pleasure.
(pronouce this in Italian "Plesseior")
by Ed

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