Flowers In Your Hair Poem by Ima Ryma

I know you wish that I was there,
And hope that I would be near you.
Always with flowers in your hair,
Just something that you seem to do.
We were together for a while,
But then you did go your own way.
And now I hear you hope that I'll
Be coming back to you one day,
Together once more, time and place.
But the truth to you I must tell.
An encounter I cannot face.
More with you and less I am well.

Flowers in your hair bother me.
Allergic to them I do be.