Thefts From Your Heart

THEFTS FROM YOUR HEART A broken heart may heal, but; the scars are left Beating, beating, as never forgetting your theft Wounded; forced to carry on with all of its pain Alas, reminding that painfully hurt scars remain Never once rested, as each scar is overstressed Waiting, waiting, until one is left less distressed Then all scars harden; like the hurt in your heart A heart becomes vice like no longer able to start With the final heartbeats; the scars ripped apart Exposing the full extent the thefts of your heart Indiana Shaw . . .