The Weeping Girl

Woe to the girl who weeps in the meadow
Left alone to wallow in her sorrows
By a boy who took her heart and broke it apart
And then walked away never to have a second thought of it

Pity to this girl with the broken heart
That was left behind to be forgotten
By a boy who left her alone;
Broken, pained, and full of despair

But ode to this broken hearted weeper
Who stays strong though she hurts
And waits for a boy like no other to come along
With a pure heart of gold.

Author's Note

This is something i wrote when i was bored in a math class this past year. Clearly I was a little sad.