Woman Scorned Poem by Bill Simmons

Black clouds gather in the overcast
Just like a hurricane
The rising tides ever so high
As someone calls out her name

Her fragrance is smelled within the breeze
But to listen, not a sound
And marking it’s path of what is to be
One rain dropp coming down

Oh is born a woman scorned
Be unfaithful and so be warned
For is today where love used to be
Nothing will protect you from harm

The rising tides where love used to lie
Love and hate such a small line
Nothing is found that is as sound
As what follows one tear dropp down

Black clouds forming in the overcast
It’s to late, it’s coming fast
Now you can dream of what will never be
As a storm gathers in the breeze

For is born a woman scorned
Do you realize what you have found
And marking it’s path of what is to be
Follows one tear dropp down.