A Willowy brown
Down the aisle you go
And in your wake are the eyes
That seem to be fixed on you
Without blinking

A willowy black
In the forest you spread your bed
And you got secret companions watching you
That seem to fight for clear spot
Without looking their path

A willowy blonde
Your secret place is a secret pub
And your dining place is a hidden hall
That seems to attract many to find you
Without thinking of their life.

A willowy Yellow
You live in bright shining lights
And create a majestic hallow ring
That is the beauty of your life
Without a doubt you are gracious.

Huh Willowy
Oh can’t you just see
The danger you have brought
Into someone’s life?
The fragments and pieces
Are uncollectable;
What broken hearted soul!