He Stole My HeartA Poem by KiaHe Stole My HeartHe stole my heart And he took my life What more can I say? Nothing... My words...empty He rid me of my soul He dwells in my dreams He is the blood in my veins The air that I breathe He is the matter of my brain The utter of my tongue I reach out my arm I stretch it And I touch...nothing For he stands on the highest hill And I at its bottom And yet I feel him everyday The tears from my eyes be his present The star I wish upon be his plant I said, never again will I love Never again will I surreneder my heart But he stole it
...And he took my life
© 2011 KiaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKiaAboutI've been writing poems for a very long time, most of my life, but anything that I write or have ever written has come purely from my heart. I've never written a poem just for the sake of writing a po.. more..Writing
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