above your eyes your hair hangs.
are that on which the world hangs
I'm only holding your hand so I can look at your bangs..
to drape across your forehead
to swing concordant angles as you incline your head
and although I like you anyway,, check out your haircut..
a proscenium to stage a face that needs no makeup.
-bangs, they might be giants
and so this would be the last post.
augh! why do i always get this too-many-post-in-a-day.. tumblr much!
by the way.. you could track me back through my tumblr page.
click the photos to enlarge then hit the link to read the story.
or.. read my tweets for some of my random stories.