Hairbrush kind of love

Tangled and messy she has awoken 

He, the hairbrush sees his partner, she the hair sees her lover

Not reluctant to go through every one of their tangled problems

Embraced from the very root of her soul to the very end of her body 

Communicating strand by strand they chat

Easy as it sounds- they have split ends 

Not looking at them as imperfections, they embraces these scars

Caringly he makes her silky smooth

Affectionatly she goes through his rough ridges

She trusts that he will be there 

He trusts that she will converse 

For one more tomorrow