Bearing no mask;
No weapon other than the heart.
You took what's mine and didn't even ask.
No getaway car;
You never wanted to leave.
Maybe I'm taking this too far.
Every kiss;
I fall harder.
You're the only thing I miss.
The thief that you are;
Makes me crazy.
I healed without a scar.
With butterflies like it's new;
My heart;
Was stolen by you.
YOU ARE READING
That Poetry Book
Thơ caThis book is a compilation of all original poetry written by me (unless otherwise stated). The poems inside range from love to nature to sports, and everything in between. I'm going to try to incorporate as many genres as possible. This is the firs...
