I enter the salon,
With a pounding heart,
I am going to try a new hairstyle after all.
Maybe I shouldn’t do it,
What if he cuts it short?
These are the thoughts,
Constantly making my stomach churn.
With my fingers crossed,
I sit on the chair,
Explaining him seems like a nightmare.
And as I hear the scissors chop,
I feel like a cur is biting my hair off,
I can only close my eyes in fear.
But after a few minutes,
My happiness has no bounds,
As I flip my soft and newly styled hair,
In the air.