In shadows she lingers, quiet and still,
Misunderstood as cruel, against her will.
Her silence speaks volumes, her heart on display,
But others see coldness, pushing her away.
She seeks solace in solitude's embrace,
Preferring the quiet, the gentle grace.
Misjudged by the crowd, their words like a knife,
Yet she remains strong, in the quiet of life.
So next time you see her, in her introvert shell,
Remember her kindness, her story to tell.
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You
PoetryIf I told you I love you, would you believe my words? Or would you question their sincerity, doubting the depth of my feelings? If I told you I love you, would you embrace me with open arms? Or would you push me away, afraid of getting too close? If...
