I will always die.
Just for you to be my guide.
And I will always cry.
In the middle of the night.
I've always tried.
To be your loving wife.
But as I fight.
I will always die.
For you just to be at my side.
I will thank myself for being buried at your sight.
And at last I made you glance at me for the first time.
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Poems
PoetryThis book will have a lots of poems. Happy or not. Loving or not. It might be lame and I update like a turtle. Hope you like poems.