Theft
Theft
A childish heart hesitates
Guided by a hand that carries weight
Time dammed for a change now it floats down the drain washed upon the graves
A magnet of lust
While love falls like rain around her leaving her dry and unchanged
She used to be so free now her thoughts consume her to chains and pain what a civil theory it claims to be
When did our ego evolve into such bitter play
A puppet told what to say how to move within grace just dont make a peep
A small child yelped for help only to watch them drive away
A frozen heart dropped and it shatters into thousand of pieces
Fragile minds collide into fragments of un told truth
Never to be broken again everything seems to be stamped with an end date
Like a waiting game to die
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