Flowers in Her Hair

She turns her head from you, not wanting them to know

The twinge that comes across your face leaves echo of the show

A subtle hint of entropy that surrounds her since the day

She found you in the shadows, and you took her joy away

I miss the flowers in her hair

I miss the smiles, like she didn’t have a care

I miss the wistful way she’d look upon a day

And I’ve counted every moment

Since all that went away

Tried so hard to understand the storm that writhes within her head

But I have never seen that hell, so I know that it’s no use

And you’re left without the option of forgetting her as dead

When the haunting of her pale eyes are left here to accuse

I miss the flowers in her hair

I miss the smiles, like she didn’t have a care

I miss the wistful way she’d look upon a day

And I’ve counted every moment

Since all that went away

I watch you follow her, to rid your tell tale heart

Cut you off in the bathroom, before you have the chance to start

I’m not accustomed to this way of taking, so I hope I do it well

So that when I’m finally through, you'll wish you were in hell