When I see anda the first thought that comes to my mind is
"Are anda okay?"
I wonder this, but never ask.
One hari I don't see you, and the thought comes again.
Are anda okay?

For days I don't see you.
Are anda okay?
Then on the eight o'clock news I see an image.

An
Image
Of
You

Its says anda 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 soalan comes to my mind.

Why would you?




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Apparently my thoughts aren't long enough.

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Lookie here not a sad one.
See I sad i would do a happy one and I did. man am I good atau what? I'd go with the atau what, but hei thats just me.
Well anyways enjoy this poem, hope anda guys like it.




Stolen Cinta
By: Whitney(Whinny) Forsberg

anda never told me, that anda were a thief.
Because anda mencuri my hati, tengah-tengah away from me.
anda never told me, that anda were a thief.
Because anda took my breath away.
anda never told me, that anda were a thief.
Because anda took the words from my mouth.
anda never told me, that anda were a thief.
Because anda took the rose from my cheeks.
anda never told me, that anda were a thief.
Because anda mencuri my will to speak to you.
anda never told me, that anda were a thief.
Because anda mencuri the controls to my emotions.
anda never told me, that anda were a thief.
And………………………………...........
And I never told you, that I am a thief too.