her heart was heavy
she walked boldly though stumbled to the stationery shop
opened her purse and picked some old coins
"a writing pad and an envelope", she ordered
"can i have the writing pad with a broken heart", she requested
For her heart was truly broken
she chose red ink to scribble words from her bleeding heart
with her paper wet with tears
her world now a mess, joy is now her past
now she is frail and bitter
so she struggled to conclude her letter with a "Thank You"
and her letter was nothing but the memories of a betrayal