Hearts

By Rath101 •
My heart on my sleeve,
taken by thieves.
A successful steal,
leaving no room to heal.
It is never to return,
no matter how much I yearn.
Forget my woes,
for there it goes.
Say goodbye and pray it never dies.
By Rath101 •
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