The lock of hair that stays within your hands
Preserved the beauty that our love once was
But since I gave into your soul demand,
That same lock of hair is thinning because
The water is harsh here and strips the wear
From the hair that shined for over a year
It lost silky softness from lack of care
And falls to the floor with each of my tears
Then once I find time to comb through each piece
Taming unruly, impervious strays
I lower my brush in shameful defeat
Remaining unkempt in so many ways
Like a revitalizing deep shampoo
My strands are in desperate need of you
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