At the Barber's Shop

I wish I could be the scissor that run through your hair
Cut the strand, every single of them with care
I wish I was the sharp blade that jog around your neck
Give a smooth careful walk for a clean shave
I wish I was the water that dripped from your head
Kiss your lips as I trickle from your forehead
I wish I was the towel that you wrap around your face
Tenderly feel your face as you carefully clean as race
I wish I was the muffler that you tie around
I’d wrap you in my embrace all day long


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog


Mobileka katha haru

Chocolate Incident I