another poem by me (siir bana aittir💗 ) -pigtails-

do you remember when u said

"everytime you do your hair like that, it looks so innocent and cute on you."

so if you dont know, we call that hair style pigtails.

my father used to do my hair like that when i was seven.

or eight.

i cant really remember now.

but i am sure that i was little.

so whenever i wanted to be seven again for you, i did my hair like that.

you used to call me with cute names.

the names that you called me would echo on my purple walls.

", princess, doll, babygirl, sweatheart"

i believed them all with my heart.

and then one day.

i just stopped being seven for you.

i stopped being cute

i stopped being innocent.

i dont know how did it happend

it happend in unexpected time.

it was like time travelling you know

suddenly i was 17.

but i should have been 7

then i figured out that you werent with me anymore.

since that day, im afraid to do my hair as pigtails

-tanya