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

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

An
Image
Of
You

Its says আপনি 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 প্রশ্ন 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 অথবা what? I'd go with the অথবা what, but নমস্কার thats just me.
Well anyways enjoy this poem, hope আপনি guys like it.




Stolen প্রণয়
By: Whitney(Whinny) Forsberg

আপনি never told me, that আপনি were a thief.
Because আপনি গাউন my হৃদয় away from me.
আপনি never told me, that আপনি were a thief.
Because আপনি took my breath away.
আপনি never told me, that আপনি were a thief.
Because আপনি took the words from my mouth.
আপনি never told me, that আপনি were a thief.
Because আপনি took the rose from my cheeks.
আপনি never told me, that আপনি were a thief.
Because আপনি গাউন my will to speak to you.
আপনি never told me, that আপনি were a thief.
Because আপনি গাউন the controls to my emotions.
আপনি never told me, that আপনি were a thief.
And………………………………...........
And I never told you, that I am a thief too.