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?