Literally just a poem I wrote about earlier today when a hair dresser straightened my hair.

Today I am a bit down Don't worry, though, I'll be fine

His lips carefully brushed against mine, so slow... so gentle... so plush. There were no sparks, as they describe it in poems. No fireworks or explosions. It was a soft ballad. An intricately composed...

I've been lying in my bed trying to sleep for an hour And guess what