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 flow with the wind
drown in rain and
Falls carelessly on your face
Making you feel something different
In your eyes
Something more beautiful
Something more holy
Can you believe that there is a word
Like bad hair day?
When they have the power of changing
Your whole 24 hours
Just by their state
Now you know it right?
How they mean to you
They say you touch your hairs if you are nervous
You touch them when you are busy concentrating
You touch them when you like someone
You touch them enough to know that they mean a lot to you
You want them in the colour of sky,
Leaves, Soil, sunshine and something more
Paint them in shades and gradients
Beautify them with flowers and
accessories
Just To show your love
And passion for life maybe
Don't hate them
Because they age with you
They age for you
They turns silvery white with you
They justifies your existence
Your experience
Your love
How you love
Don't lie to me and tell me
Didn't you learn to love yourself a little more with them.

Please take care of them

-Lovekaira


I know it's not that good of a topic and poem but I cut my hairs nd I love the feeling! please share your opinions!