Dear Sally,
The prom queen,
I see your fake smile that you put on.
I see your deep blue eyes hiding your pain.
Her soul was a garden.
She needed flowers.
All she had was dirt and a single rose.
The rose was dying.
Then the rose died.
Nobody wanted to water it.
I wish I did.
But wishing won’t bring the flower back to life:
I’m sorry Sally I let you down.