Dear hair,
I’m sorry that I cut you…
My mom told me this salon is super awesome.
That we’ll look pretty later,
and I’m as tempted as Eve
and the idea of the salon
is as juicy as shiny red apple.

I’m sorry, hair,
I shouldn’t have cut you.
We’re supposed to grow together, I know…
My bad, my bad…

I won’t cut you anymore,
not anytime soon…
I’ll remember that day,
when the hair stylist chop you away,
away from me…

I will miss you…