I was downtrodden with the problem I had,
Cascaded with the summer wind;
To welcome you from your voyage,
Cropped to intensify the beauty of our love;
When the winter sky personify our warm thoughts,
Dripping while I come out of the tub,
I rub them against you or you rub?
Thrown back to redefine sexy,
My eyes define the blue ocean and my hair the sea,
It was never! Never! like that,
And ‘beauty” I never dictated!
I had hair which were done in bad taste,
A small thread acts as a Razor blade!
It tears apart with every comb,
I regretted of me coming out of that womb,