when you pass by my, door.... <br />when you see the.. <br />dirty curtain... <br />again, and think, am i in, laying down... <br />the same way i used to.... <br />please, dont cry.... <br />when someone new hold you and.. <br />touch you.. <br />the way i used to... <br />and if you even see... <br />the dimple same place.... <br />i used to have... <br />don't hold your breath..... <br />and close your eyes.... <br />then please, dont cry.... <br />when you feel lonly..... <br />and think what you have.... <br />done to me... <br />and now can not... <br />turn back to me... <br />just close your eyes and smile.... <br />please dont cry.... <br />and if... <br />one day when you would call... <br />an old friend's of our's... <br />just to talk about.. <br /> those old days... <br />we were togather... <br />and to be cheered up by... <br />old memmories... <br />the time we spent togather.... <br />cuddling eachother... <br />careing, and shareing love... <br />and if you hear the stale news... <br />that i died long by then... <br />just pray for me.... <br />remember me...and <br />please dont cry....<br /><br />abid khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-die-please-dont-cry/
