...and she writes.

Can't you see I'm trying?
Scrapes and these rug-burns at my knees.
With blood under every fingernail.
I'm BEGGING YOU, please. (Oh, please.)

You lift my chin with your [mmm] seductive hand,
And your touch was anything but dainty;

...an overflowing romance.
...The passion was inspiring,
You launched this cannon ball splendidly, I must say.

And your eyes, they set the perfect scenery...
...they made me believe.
...and made me fall.
...Boy, with one sway...you made my heart dance.
WE HAD IT ALL.

You & I were like
a dandelion in the wind
a bird in its nest
or a kite in the sky
becausethe result of our collide was
...pure beauty.

It's such a waste...we had tasteful ambitions.
To throw them away...now, that's just disappointing.

So here I am...alone.
A writer denied,

...so, please, open my eyes.