Long Hair Always Tangles
Hair ripples like the tide
Resting from the ride
As her hair flows
with curly swirls
She knows
A mind full of trouble
Her heart does double
Looking into his eyes
Seeing that he dies
I will resurrect this life
As soon as I stand still
Put away all the strife
She's a tree with watermelon fruit
A wind whistles through her branches
There are hopes and chances
But no promises
Wish I could take on the weather and hold back the rain
Sugar would flow and you would know all the same
Love is for real and none is to blame
While others will only play the game
But he's over that hill and you can't stand still
He pretends all the same
Taking in all he can feel
Better than nothing
Till someone can make the deal
By: Roger Harkness
7/22/16
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem