Up on melancholy hill
There lies a plastic tree
But sitting underneath that plastic tree crying
Sat a broken... Hurt... Me.

Until up the hill 
Came the Jill to my jack
We talked and all my walls came down
We connected thru our writings
And she changed me to all smiles from frowns

Where once stood anger came calm
I saw an angel in her purest form
Now I can hold her tight and say she's like a sweater, she keeps my heart warm

So if you're reading this and I'm pretty sure you are
**** the fates for making us live ever so far apart
But I guess that strengthens the bond between our hearts
:)