Sample Of Writing

I cried. In front of that crowd, with dishevelled hair and clad in a torn, stained dress I stood, wailing.The tears streaming down my face were endless as if they were a river overflowing its banks. The look of satisfaction on his face pierced my heart. His posture, the way his arms were crossed, the look of superiority in his eyes and the way his lips were curled into a smirk pained me. I was so pathetic, believing all his lies, blinded by all the promises of love and not seeing through the dark fog which surrounded me.