Long brown hair,
A bow on a headband,
Shoulders are bare,
Sadly 5'11" she would stand.
Bold lipstick making a statement,
And eyeshadow just the right shade,
Stare into the mirror and lament,
Just wanting into the crowd to fade.
They will stare,
At that pretty girl,
Her skin so fair,
The bangs in her hair furl.
The work done to look that way,
Time spent well,
And come what may,
She would never tell.
The changes we wish to have are often the best we can have.