When I see آپ the first thought that comes to my mind is
"Are آپ okay?"
I wonder this, but never ask.
One دن I don't see you, and the thought comes again.
Are آپ okay?
For days I don't see you.
Are آپ okay?
Then on the eight o'clock news I see an image.
An
Image
Of
You
Its says آپ are dead.
My eyes widen as the word suicide flash on the screen.
I see you, at your funeral.
Parents shouldn't have to bury their children.
Your parents had to bury you.
A new سوال comes to my mind.
Why would you?
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.
:/
Apparently my thoughts aren't long enough.
.
.
.
"Are آپ okay?"
I wonder this, but never ask.
One دن I don't see you, and the thought comes again.
Are آپ okay?
For days I don't see you.
Are آپ okay?
Then on the eight o'clock news I see an image.
An
Image
Of
You
Its says آپ are dead.
My eyes widen as the word suicide flash on the screen.
I see you, at your funeral.
Parents shouldn't have to bury their children.
Your parents had to bury you.
A new سوال comes to my mind.
Why would you?
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
:/
Apparently my thoughts aren't long enough.
.
.
.
Lookie here not a sad one.
See I sad i would do a happy one and I did. man am I good یا what? I'd go with the یا what, but ارے thats just me.
Well anyways enjoy this poem, hope آپ guys like it.
Stolen Love
By: Whitney(Whinny) Forsberg
آپ never told me, that آپ were a thief.
Because آپ چرا لیا, چوری کی my دل away from me.
آپ never told me, that آپ were a thief.
Because آپ took my breath away.
آپ never told me, that آپ were a thief.
Because آپ took the words from my mouth.
آپ never told me, that آپ were a thief.
Because آپ took the rose from my cheeks.
آپ never told me, that آپ were a thief.
Because آپ چرا لیا, چوری کی my will to speak to you.
آپ never told me, that آپ were a thief.
Because آپ چرا لیا, چوری کی the controls to my emotions.
آپ never told me, that آپ were a thief.
And………………………………...........
And I never told you, that I am a thief too.
See I sad i would do a happy one and I did. man am I good یا what? I'd go with the یا what, but ارے thats just me.
Well anyways enjoy this poem, hope آپ guys like it.
Stolen Love
By: Whitney(Whinny) Forsberg
آپ never told me, that آپ were a thief.
Because آپ چرا لیا, چوری کی my دل away from me.
آپ never told me, that آپ were a thief.
Because آپ took my breath away.
آپ never told me, that آپ were a thief.
Because آپ took the words from my mouth.
آپ never told me, that آپ were a thief.
Because آپ took the rose from my cheeks.
آپ never told me, that آپ were a thief.
Because آپ چرا لیا, چوری کی my will to speak to you.
آپ never told me, that آپ were a thief.
Because آپ چرا لیا, چوری کی the controls to my emotions.
آپ never told me, that آپ were a thief.
And………………………………...........
And I never told you, that I am a thief too.