Stolen

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A stolen glance maybe once or twice
To capture her and those perfect eyes
His heart was stolen before he could have a say
To her it belonged and there it stayed.

It was goodbye before he could say Hello
And there she stood not long ago
He was drowning as the time stood still
Gasping for air and to live in goodwill.

He searched not near but far and wide
A beauty he couldn't miss from his sight
But there she was as she never left
That beauty was now a shattered mess.

She gave her heart to a charming Prince
Only to have it torn apart.
Her heart was broken and she was lost
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Before you curse me for not having the perfect ending i just want you all to know there will be a part 2 coming up. I'm open to constructive criticism . Thank you for reading. Please press the star on the bottom and make me smile.

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