Morning Tea...

I used to write...many...many...words...
I used to write my love...words he never heard...
I used to write in books...paper...my head...
And as I sit and sip...morning tea...I wonder...
What happened...to the girl with words...
To the girl that wrote...page...after page...
About nothing...and everything...
To the girl...with a happy heart...with a broken heart...
To the red headed girl...of years ago...