The thief
He stole through the night
A dark shadow in the darker night
What does he steal? You may ask
He steals something that isn’t tangible
You cannot touch it
You cannot see it
It is something you feel
Something very dear
It gives you feelings
When it’s broken you feel it
It burns and makes you cry
It is a beast devouring everything
Yet it cannot harm you physically
Mine has been broken
Spit on and thrown aside
It has been stolen by many
And returned in sad condition
But here I am
Allowing it to be stolen yet again
By the thief in the night
Yet he appears so right
The heart is what I speak of
Everyone knows it’s there
It’s been broken more than I’d like
But it seems to still be working
The dark shadow is love
The thief in the night
It appears like a blessing
Then crushes your delicate heart
This is why I am scared
Not because of physical harm
Though I’ve had my share of that
Love gets to the part of me that’s not strong
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