• A sob that escaped her lips,
    Is now just an echo in your head,
    The tears that have fallen,
    Are all dried up on that unmade bed.

    When you turned to her,
    Did you see what you should?
    Look deep in her eyes,
    If only you could.

    Because inside grows a flower,
    Thorny and wild,
    That has grown from the soul,
    Of a long forgotten child.