Yellow Dress

The gentle breeze blow by,
Making the auburn fly.
The sun is shining bright,
It makes her eyes glow light.

She is walking in the meadow
He spirits are sinking low.
His heart still breaking,
She can’t stop her crying.

Her yellow dress, they match the flowers.
But the emotions match coming rain.
First it flies so slowly alone.
Then storm the ground, her eyes drop again.

Her eyes so lonely look up to the sky
She gives out a sigh, her emotions die.
Now she walks the path
Facing the storm’s wrath.

Shivering so deep in the cold
Her heart burdened, no one to hold
Her in her tears. She goes
With a weight that nobody knows.