It's been so long since you went away,
That the flowers you placed on my hair started to wilt.
The roses are no longer divine,
And the daisies are turning yellow.
If only you were here,
You'd place those flowers on my hair now and then as you did before.
You'd kiss my forehead because you said the love you passed on to me would keep the flowers bright and beautiful,
Because you said that's how I was, bright, and beautiful.
It's been so long now since you've been gone,
Maybe the reason the flowers on my hair are starting to cripple isn't because I'm missing your love or your forehead kisses,
But maybe just like the flowers,
My heart stars to cripple and my faith wilts,
As I count the days that passes without you,
Wondering if you'll ever come back to me again.
-NR / November.
