Black clouds gather in the overcast <br />Just like a hurricane <br />The rising tides ever so high <br />As someone calls out her name <br /> <br />Her fragrance is smelled within the breeze <br />But to listen, not a sound <br />And marking it’s path of what is to be <br />One rain dropp coming down <br /> <br />Oh is born a woman scorned <br />Be unfaithful and so be warned <br />For is today where love used to be <br />Nothing will protect you from harm <br /> <br />The rising tides where love used to lie <br />Love and hate such a small line <br />Nothing is found that is as sound <br />As what follows one tear dropp down <br /> <br />Black clouds forming in the overcast <br />It’s to late, it’s coming fast <br />Now you can dream of what will never be <br />As a storm gathers in the breeze <br /> <br />For is born a woman scorned <br />Do you realize what you have found <br />And marking it’s path of what is to be <br />Follows one tear dropp down.<br /><br />Bill Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-scorned/
