Long Hair Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Her tears fell
on her bosom
Her hair, long
and brown, tumbled down
in his direction.

'Why? ', she cried
'I must! ', he replied
'Fare thee well, so long,
I love you.'

He lied to me
she thought to
her very own
special self.
he lied to me
she said to
all her
lying friends.

She combed her hair
It was long and brown
She combed her life
He was not around.

'Why? ', she cried
'I must! ', he replied
'Fare thee well, so long,
I love you.'