Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned
A single woman,
Wild and free,
Meets a man,
Who seems in desperate need,
Not wanting to be alone,
He meets this single woman,
But what he doesn't know,
Is hell hath no fury,
As this woman scorned,
Her heart torn apart before,
Things taken from her,
But holds her head still high,
In the miracle,
That she be blessed with a man,
From gods up high,
He approaches her,
As polite as can be,
Being a gentleman,
He no longer wanted her to be free,
Hell hath no fury,
Like a woman scorned,
To build up confidence,
And not be so torn,
Even being done wrong,
And took for granite,
You pick yourself back up,
Head held high,
And push through your life,
But scorn a woman,
Thats a big strive,
Not easy to trust someone else,
For the next person has to fight,
Just keep head held high,
Keep fighting and pushing,
Through your life...
Copyright © Tera Brown | Year Posted 2016
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