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Wondering silently, not a sound to be heard                                                  
A boy walks around head held down
A single tear slides down his pale cheek
His father doesn't cares
His mother was never there
His sister was killed selling her self on the street
To him it seems as if no one care
You asked if I was okay
I said I was fine
But you didn't think twice
About leaving my side

But I'm not okay
I need you here
Because the wretched night
Brings out my darkest fears
The best advice I can give,
and you might hope to find
Is never make someone the main part of your life
if they act without you in mind.
Never give of yourself too freely,
because you will find
in time.
They'll take just as freely,
and they'll leave feeling just as fine.
i peeled my layers away
gave you my raw wounds

all you did was pour salt on them
If Fate gives me the chance:
The two of us, together
They will say I am hers;
They will say that she is mine;
I will never call her "mine".
For she is not my property
She cannot be anyone's property
No one can own her
That is the reason why I love her
That title was suggested by my **** friend.
:P
I
      Want
                    To
                             Touch
                                            You
                                                         Beyond
                                                                             Your
                                                                                           Skin.
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There are many those songs Untitled
Who becomes sometimes worthless
May at any other time valuable
Even could be priceless
Anytime anywhere

You Sang many more songs
Tried To twist my mind
Then I never mingled the
Seemed meaningless
Because I was then,
A Bright Student of Economics

I Thought the money,
It took to buy a book of poetry,
Even was a price to listen a music
You told me that you love me
I thought that has a big price,
Even would be too expensive
But not to be out of my capacity

25 years later,
Today I think
It was the price of everything,
Cause you were
What, too

But Now You are not exist
The price of love grows priceless
However, why did you think
In terms of the size of the economy
Had not all

Why did I not understand
The depth of Economics of Love
Cause,
I didn't understand that Love Song,
Didn't understand that Love Poetry

So that Today,
I'm trying to count  
The Price of Priceless Love,
Alone, In Such a  Low Valentine day
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
He counts the real price of love,
25 Years Later in a Low Valentine Day
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