Stolen

Stolen You stole my heart, You pulled it hard, You ripped it from my chest, It's in your hands and you squeeze it tight, I start to lose my breath, You put it back and it barely beats, It's dying in this air, It starts to crumble and burns to ash, I am no longer there, My ashes fall around your feet, Like autumn falling leaves, One gust of wind and I'll be gone, Maybe this was meant to be. Sean Ness