Widowed Bride
You kept me waiting in the rain
That lashed out at me like a cane
Soaked to the bone I still remain
Ignoring the chill and pain
Soon the leaves started to fall too
But I kept looking out for you
The mud washed my white dress
The winds whipped my naked breasts
No umbrella
Unlucky as Cinderella
Though I didn't lose a shoe but a lost love
As the showers poured from above
The thundering struck my ears
But I didn't seem to hear
Or care
All I knew was the deafening sound
Of a breaking heart
Wait
I'm still standing in the rain
I hope you're on your way
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