If he knew
That I had dyed my hair
He would say,
I like it
It looks good
But why would you ruin your rareness
Your red hair is so pretty
And I would say,
I felt like a change;
In moments of passion
He would still call me beautiful
And I would really smile
And if things were normal
His looks of hatred
Would be looks of longing
And possibly love;
My demands for change
Wouldn't start with him
Because they wouldn't exist at all
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
If he knew
That I had dyed my hair
He would say,
I like it
It looks good
But why would you ruin your rareness
Your red hair is so pretty
And I would say,
I felt like a change;
In moments of passion
He would still call me beautiful
And I would really smile
And if things were normal
His looks of hatred
Would be looks of longing
And possibly love;
My demands for change
Wouldn't start with him
Because they wouldn't exist at all
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