The girl with red hair, she would lie in the grass all day, she said it was better than any bed.
The girl with red hair, she painted her nails purple once, because it was bright like her hair.
The girl with red hair, she wanted to be the heroine of a story but thought she wasn’t too brave.
The girl with red hair, she’d stare at the wall and when people asked her why she’d say “The walls tell stories, you know.”
The girl with red hair, she claims she has never fallen in love, she believed she was incapable of loving.
The girl with red hair, she would read a book in one sitting, she said it was easier to absorb and forget it that way.
The girl with red hair, she didn’t believe in a higher being but said if there was one, he would probably be a poet.
The girl with red hair, she felt confined all her life, like flames caught between the walls of a fireplace.
The girl with red hair, she ran away when she was twenty-five and left a blank note with her name on the bottom.
The girl with red hair, she would send postcards every week, and when one day she didn’t, they knew she was gone.