There was time I wished to be your rubber band,
There was time I wished to be your hair band,
Sometimes I’d felt like, may be, I look like your hair comb,
Plowing the myriad of feelings entangled within my own.
There was time I wished for a time you tie up your hair,
There was time I felt your neck wished for my kiss,
And the scene of you tying your ponytail would play in my mind,
Hours long like a boomerang into an infinite loop.
There was time I used to fall for the fall of ponytail,
The curve of your hair used to shape my heart,
There was time I used to love my love, ponytail love,
With feelings tied up in my heart for my ponytail girl.