stolen

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What is life’s true theme? A place where we all dream? Twas maybe a vision, a future, a goal But life is a cruel thing that stole
A marble. A pin. A penny. A piece of gum.   Small things That mean Nothing To no one.   Insignificant in their matter, In their being.
When she becomes you and you become her. See she’s that other half of me that made room for herself. The light to my darkness for
Echoes bouncing off the walls from your tongueWhispers dance across your teeth, you are youngThe muscles flex in your face, next to your lips, a smileA feeling grows deep within me, my heart beats wild
She took it away Stole my life source Confiscated my heart And all that connects me inside The wires and the lines That helped me reach a place A place where I could be happy
Please help me And make these shadows leave Save me from the darkest street Turn the lights back on And I'm crying Then I'm broken Shattered on the floor The mirror hides unseen faces
Him
He touched my skin, He kissed my lips. He told me I was special, He made me believe.  Maybe love is real, even for someone like me. But then she came along and stole him away.
He stole through my window In the depths of the night   He spoke soft words, empty and meaningless I thought I heard chimes tinkling in the wind  
They robbed it from my comfort They wrenched it from my grip It’s in the past, quite far away, A memory about to slip. It left, leaving me caution The scenery from view.
Loveis a horrendously wonderful thingthat makes the heart flitterbut also the pit of the stomachWeigh the pain of manyemotional bricks
  Shattered Soul   It started one day Out by my favorite tree. I was so lonely, so cold But you somehow found me.   I thought you would have listened, I didn’t expect this change.
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