You were a thief.
You didn't mean to take it,
But it was easy.
As if I had handed it over.
You were a thief.
Yet you handled it with such care.
You put each piece together.
You were the glue.
Yet you were a thief.
You stole my broken,
Used
Heart.
YOU ARE READING
Slightly Unedited
PoesíaPoetry . It's cool. So read this book. About poetry. Because it's cool. Yes. Cool. Thanks.
