Sad Then Mad.
Her pure soul has been broken down
Without desire.
The nice red shaped dress - she looked best
For her attire.
Now she sits on a rock by the bay.
Because her man is a playing liar.
The open skies is busting internal red.
She does not realize because she is,
Sad then flaming mad.
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