You realized that your hair was getting frizzier
Everything was wrong
It was too long, it caused you headache
The fringe began to poke your eyes
The length did not complement your face shape
Split ends were visible
It was damaged, a real damage it was!
'I need a haircut'
But
A moment before you stepped into the salon
Every reflection you saw in the mirror, on the glass door and on every piece of metal
Only seemed to show perfection
You found no faults with the hair
It was gorgeous
You could scarcely be certain, 'to cut or to keep'
and in the end, you decided
'I must keep you'
But
Once you reached home
You looked into the mirror again
The perfection you saw was just a delusion
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| The same applies to relationship, how pathetic :( |
