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
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