Used To Be Poem by Melanie Emikohe
Used To Be
We used to be so tangled
like my hair in the morning;
Now, I'm sideway to the West,
he's facing East.
You kinda miss
what you haven't lost yet
or may have -
if only he could grab my hand.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: hair
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