There must be something
Magical in your hairs
Hidden safely somewhere
Between its roots
You know the feeling right
How the first step to make a new life
Start with your hairs
How you cut them short
Pixie, Bangs, undercut
To feel new
You give them shades and colours
To show you are not the same person anymore
How you want to caress them on the creatures you love
The hairs of your first love
First pet
The cat you met on streets
Your first baby
Their colour
Their smell
How they shine in sunlight
You remember them all. Don't you?
You cut them short
And feeling of
Dangerous independence overwhelms you
Happiness of seeing something different
And new
You try your best to grow them long
With Routines everynight
With Extra care
And Extra love
When they...