She sits on the grassy hill,
Looking up at the sky.
Trying to find the right words to write,
in the letter that will never be sent.
With a picture in hand,
she describes your features
and how much she loves them
and how much it hurts.
Tears start rolling down to her chin
with an image of your first date
and your first kiss.
Leaning on her knees
she cried harder
Needing you more than ever.
Missing you more then the memories.
Drops of water land on the paper
Smearing her words
blurring the hurt.
She signs her name
love always and forever,
Leaving the letter to fly in the wind
never to be read by you.
But by a stranger.
Who will judge her,
for her words, and her feelings.
Not for how hurt she is, and who she is.
Just like how you treated her.
