Messy Bun

When you miss something and you missed it. So, it is.

To do anything to you
To cut, wasn't my intention
Before, you we're long
Now, you are short
Tomorrow, will be a new one
Just like that before.

To braid, to flip
Things I missed the most
To let it fall, and touch softly
And let it flew with the wind away,

Oh, how I missed it all ?
If, to return the time back
I rather choose to face my fears,
Letting you to stay
And made a messy bunned hair.