When I see bạn the first thought that comes to my mind is
"Are bạn okay?"
I wonder this, but never ask.
One ngày I don't see you, and the thought comes again.
Are bạn okay?
For days I don't see you.
Are bạn okay?
Then on the eight o'clock news I see an image.
An
Image
Of
You
Its says bạn 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 câu hỏi comes to my mind.
Why would you?
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.
:/
Apparently my thoughts aren't long enough.
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.
.
"Are bạn okay?"
I wonder this, but never ask.
One ngày I don't see you, and the thought comes again.
Are bạn okay?
For days I don't see you.
Are bạn okay?
Then on the eight o'clock news I see an image.
An
Image
Of
You
Its says bạn 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 câu hỏi 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 hoặc what? I'd go with the hoặc what, but xin chào thats just me.
Well anyways enjoy this poem, hope bạn guys like it.
Stolen tình yêu
By: Whitney(Whinny) Forsberg
bạn never told me, that bạn were a thief.
Because bạn lấy trộm, đánh cắp my tim, trái tim away from me.
bạn never told me, that bạn were a thief.
Because bạn took my breath away.
bạn never told me, that bạn were a thief.
Because bạn took the words from my mouth.
bạn never told me, that bạn were a thief.
Because bạn took the rose from my cheeks.
bạn never told me, that bạn were a thief.
Because bạn lấy trộm, đánh cắp my will to speak to you.
bạn never told me, that bạn were a thief.
Because bạn lấy trộm, đánh cắp the controls to my emotions.
bạn never told me, that bạn 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 hoặc what? I'd go with the hoặc what, but xin chào thats just me.
Well anyways enjoy this poem, hope bạn guys like it.
Stolen tình yêu
By: Whitney(Whinny) Forsberg
bạn never told me, that bạn were a thief.
Because bạn lấy trộm, đánh cắp my tim, trái tim away from me.
bạn never told me, that bạn were a thief.
Because bạn took my breath away.
bạn never told me, that bạn were a thief.
Because bạn took the words from my mouth.
bạn never told me, that bạn were a thief.
Because bạn took the rose from my cheeks.
bạn never told me, that bạn were a thief.
Because bạn lấy trộm, đánh cắp my will to speak to you.
bạn never told me, that bạn were a thief.
Because bạn lấy trộm, đánh cắp the controls to my emotions.
bạn never told me, that bạn were a thief.
And………………………………...........
And I never told you, that I am a thief too.