In the pouring rain, amidst the whispers

of droplets, I stood alone, a silhouette in a

white dress of thick fiber. Each raindrop,

a poignant reminder of love's bittersweet

Dance, Caressing my skin,

echoing the ache of a fleeting romance.

The damp fabric clung to me,

a shroud of memories, As the storm

mirrored the tempest within,

unraveling mysteries.

I danced out my soul, with each

graceful turn, my long hair swirling

around, a delicate dance to discern.

With every twirl, it wrapped around

my form, a cascade of strands, like

a soft embrace in the storm.

That night held a hint of warmth

through the rain, It comforted me, but

you just watched, no refrain. As I danced it out,

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hoping you'd truly hear, That I am not happy when

I'm with you, my dear.

Yet, you had the nerve to join the

dance meant for one, you made it a duet,

but the harmony came undone.

The dance you crafted, a symphony

of pain, emotionally hurtful, a relentless,

haunting refrain. I tried to escape the grip

of your choreography, was that my mistake, a

a tragic misstep in my story?

On the street, we danced each turn

a twist, your grip too tight, the impact

hard, persist. Frozen in your stance,

you made no transition, as I rose, you confined

me, in a restrictive condition. A cage of your making,

every attempt to flee, You'd ensnare me again,

a relentless decree.

And do you think that I am happy

in this state, a facade so sappy?

Do you sense the hidden tears,

the weight of sorrow, the silent fears?