Thinking out loud.

She never knew.

She wore flowers in her hair,

But he wore bruises on his skin.

She always smiled and never cursed,

Whiles he was sad within.

She sang songs and danced all day,

But he always loved the night.

She didn’t know his name or face,

And he never even tried.

She could’ve saved him from the dark,

But he never liked the light.

She never knew his name or face,

She never knew he died.