Stiches stiched,
across her lips.
Pen sits,
on her finger tips.

Her writing is true,
she gets is point blank.
From the moment it happened,
and when her heart sank.

She scribbles the truth,
but does anyone see.
The hurt and betrayal,
the sadness in she.

She's forced to be quiet,
to stand alone.
In the rain and winds,
she is on her own.

It all happened,
what does it mean?
She's spent 3 years,
searching for meaning.

She's tried to tell,
the truth but then.
He's with someone new,
and she's silent again.

She watches in silence,
wanting to say.
To tell her the truth,
what happened that day.

The tape is over,
her mouth this time.
Waiting in silece,
her words confined.

The pen never stops,
she hits the keys hard.
The memory painful,
but she's moving forward.