To cut

I want to cut all my hair
I want to shave it off
But I fear the risks
being mistaken for a boy
cow licks
friend's disapproval

But worst of all:
it is winter and
my head being cold

New material

I could not see
for you were
blocking the view
Eventually I saw
what I was looking for






I stopped to care
then had no time to stop at all








Love is real
You could not contain it

My heart was true
even if you try to blame it

My tears I have stopped
So as not to profane it