You know that I am an addict of writing, right? So, when I was having a hair cut, while the barber is cutting my hair, I am writing a poem! Would you believe?? Through my cell phone. Hahaha. Here it is.
I’m now having a haircut
My looks will change a lot
Would they like it or not?
Oh, I don’t care if they say their buts
Goodbye to my curly hair
That’s always been there
I’ll see you if you became longer
Hope I’ll like my look better
I wonder what would be my look
Hope they’ll not puke
Would it fit into my face?
Oh, I’m wondering in the wide space
I can hear the kissing of the scissors
Feels like it’s cutting me to the core
The barber’s having a hard time in my hair
I can see he has a lot of despair
When I walked inside the door
I closed my eyes and face the mirror
I’m looking much better
Cause of my short hair