Your hair was always beautiful,
Long and luciousous,
Everyone always loved it.
But then you cut it off.
Long strands fly away to the floor,
While you're in the bathroom,
Closed door.
You open it.
You ask me to help.
Cutting your hair away felt like a crime,
Luckily, I was willing to break the law for you.
To dance is to soar
To feel what it's like for the birds
To be free in the air
If only for seconds,
Because in your mind, it will last a lifetime
To dance is to be electric
I hate the way
Skinny is now a synonym for pretty
Pretty a synonym for happy
Happy a synonym for enough
Enough is something we will never be
She is filled with more beauty than anything else
She is made in the very image of God
She is crafted by His hands, formed and fixed to be divine
She holds flowers and bugs and skies
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