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.
My love for you has no title
My love for you is my own
My love for you is something unique
My love for you I wish I could've shown
I am convinced that me being alive is to also die at the exact same time
I watch the girl in the mirror decaying
She's replaying every word she's heard
The world saying
About her eyes
Her Lips
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
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