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Windy Night For Wendy

A poem about a besotted love.
It's a windy night for Wendy,
A storm rages in her heart,
Raining tears for sympathy,
Why does he not love her?
She kow-towed to his mystery,
Surrendered to his charm,
It's a windy night for Wendy,
'Cause, he doesn't give a damn.

Inside his world of apathy,
Oblivion held her words,
In ignorance of her tragedy,
He never even noticed her,
He just sailed on his vanity,
In the good ship "I Love Me!"
It's a windy night for Wendy,
Left adrift on stormy seas.

And she hides behind the rain,
The veil of tears she cries,
As evening comes around again,
And twilight pushes day aside,
To wrap her in the empathy,
Only shadows understand,
It's a windy night for Wendy,
From sorrow's dark demand.
By
Published: 9/13/2011
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