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