She used to pour her heart out on pieces of paper,
Hoping that someday, somehow, he'd read them.
She writes every day and night,
For one reason and only one.
If only you could see how her eyes shine,
When her fingers dance on the keyboard,
As she thinks of him.
If only you could see how her heart broke that day.
If only you could see how painful it was,
Having her to scream her heart out under the shower,
With her hands pounding hard against her chest,
Where her heart ached.
If only you could see those lines down her arms,
That she left digging her nails into her skin,
Running down her arms,
As her eyes were shut tight with tears streaming down.
If only you could feel the pain that I did,
When I saw her closing her lively dark eyes for eternity.
