Girl

There was a girl,
Her name was Shy,
She’d sit in a corner,
And pretend to cry.

She just sits there,
And stare at a wall,
She would sit there crying,
She gave her all.

Then someone saw her,
All on her own,
He asked what was wrong
In a pleasant tone.

She would just sit there,
Not making a sound.
She wonders how she got there,
And how she was found.

She got up.
Ready to walk.
But she’d stumble to the ground.
And fall into Shock.

People ran to her rescue,
To keep her alive,
But all they could do to help her,
Was waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

When they finally got there,
She was already gone,
But what they didn’t know,
Was that she was long forgone.

This was a young ghost,
From a past death ,
Coming back once again,
With one last breath.

She came at last,
To say good bye,
To everyone she left,
That she has made cry.

She didn’t meant to leave them,
It was not meant to be,
But the young man in the other car,
Had ran her into a tree.

He was far too drunk to know,
What he has just done.
But when he came to his senses,
He just took off in a run.

They never did catch him,
He was way ahead of them.
Only the girl knows who he is,
And to death she was condemned…