I've watched him slowly die
But I never let him see me cry
I'd tell him that I knew that everything with be alright
but I knew that he'll soon see the light
Now I lay my hand gently on his head
so cold and pale
like a ghost lying in the his box-like death bed
But I still refuse to cry
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The Shy Life
الشعرThis is poetry is about a girl with a life to where she is too shy and too afraid to do anything. But sadly, that shy girl is me. Please comment what you think of each and ever poem pleas. Thank you! Want to dedicate the drawing this website and to...
