Thief

You stole something of mine
And it makes no sense
Why would you want it?
It's black and broken
Ripped and stitched
Shattered and scattered
Why would you want it?
It makes no sense
You stole my heart
It's in your hands
And I don't want it back.

Reviews

[Dean Kuch®]

A passionate little tale, with a little bit of sarcasam tossed in for taste. The helplessness and anger resonates within these lines like a symphonic blast from the horns section...
Nice!