The Ballad of Woman Dissapointed.

O, what a curse,
was it bestowed love,
trusting and loyal,
has received treacherous.

Now her eyes bleary,
and her hands trembling,
each looking at a picture,
album fragrant and ripe young age.

The man was tall,
well-built it again stocky,
acts of noble behavior,
spoken scholar.

Who does not captured,
and are willing to fight,
she was helpless surrender,
surrender to intrigue.

She's a middle-aged woman,
who was handed everythin',
but after Angel Teaser,
then the devil incarnate evil.

Pain and sorrow,
into eternal punishment,
injury and frustration,
parents brought up.

Was it bestowed love,
trusting and loyal,
has received treacherous,
O, what a curse's.

She' also kept silent,
harbored a grudge current,
sad and painful,
to swallow without moaning.

Day by day,
slowly dying,
year after year,
sadness piled up.

Sag and wrinkle,
bodywraps shrinkage,
high quality, where to go,
the flowers are fragrant.

Until one evening,
perfect to invite death,
she was still lying motionless,
with no accompanying.

At that time the sky was drizzling,
seemed to weep,
while in the corner of her eyes,
dripping fall remainder of her tears.

Author's Note

I'm new.
Thanks for reading.
I appreciate it.
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Reviews

[Whitley James]

I feel your pain and the betrayal. The "day by day, slowly dying, year after year, sadness piled up" resonated with me.....Your writing makes me curious and I can read between the lines and only guess, perhaps because of common experiences.

[SyN]

Thank you, Umm.... Mrs. Whitley James... I very appreciate it...
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