hey beloveds,
hope you’re doing swell. here’s a poem I wrote yesterday while driving home the twins:
I can feel my hair turning gray
“It’s stress” they say
Well yeah….
But there’s more to it than that
Like if my head hurts
“You’re sick” you say
Well yeah…
But what’s making me sick?
I can feel my hair turning gray
It’s stress! I say
Yeah!
But ask me why.
Like if my hair is turning gray
“Why is your hair turning gray?” You ask
Love. Love is turning my hair gray.
And I would never dare to color it.
you are loved,
a.
