You told me you loved my hair
And you would twirl it
Between your fingers
While you sat and stared at me
With that smirk I knew so well
You hated when I talked of
Cutting it off
So I kept it long and always clean
So you would have something
Beautiful to look at
Whenever you looked at me
My hair is still long
But you can no longer see it
Because you are gone
And I've thought of chopping it
All off
So I couldn't remember the feel
Of your hands running through it
But I know I would still feel you
On my scalp,
No matter how short I cut it

By Arcassin Burnham

....And we toss and we turn,
We live and we learn,
We pray then forgive,
We crash and we burn,
We consume all the flames then we all emerge,
We cry and we weep,
Have strength , we were weak,
The broken can all be fixed if they only just believe,
Produce and conceive,
Life blows through the trees,
To have to much of the birds and the bees and when in
Pain we've been given the notion to bleed,
We just scream.