Tangled Hair Poem by Rae Carroll

Tangled Hair

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Standing with her lover there
I hold the umbrella high
Behind Lady Éclair
I let escape a small sigh
As I watch his hands tangle her hair
I think of the dreary life that is all mine
Of the many mistakes
I made throughout my time
But by now it is far too late
If only he knew that for him I cared
Would it be me standing there?
In place of my beautiful Lady Éclair
With his hands in her tangled hair

Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,standing
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