Her Hair

She wore her hair a certain way, so she could cover her face.

No one would question her puffy eyes, it was her disguise.

He saw her once; her hair all down,hiding her face filled with disgrace.

He saw her again and could not resist, reaching out and grabbing just a whisp.

He pushed it back to see her eyes,but really broke the boudries and saw the lies.

He saw her hurt,her shame to her,life was a twisted game.

Life by her parents hand, eggshells where she stands.

He took her to the ocean, made her lay in the warm sand and held her hand.

And this is what he said.

"Life is about joy not sadness, focus on love not badness.

I dont trust time to keep us together, but for now I'm gonna enjoy the weather.

You by my side hair in  braid and i promise you'll never have to be Afraid."

  

This poem is about: 
Me

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