I haven’t much time
I’ve got hills to climb
ways to prove I’m worthy of you
I’ve got hair to cut, highlight/lowlight and style
teeth to straighten and whiten
nails to do
hooded eyelids to make new
frown lines to erase
pounds to shave
years to reverse
satisfaction to find
a life desirable enough for you to want to drop your own
and come running
ah!
the heart is a victim, it’s dumb, it’s a curse
(off to the salon I go)
In search of a connection I’ll never know
savannah says. 