/Unintentional Thief/
He steals my heart everyday anew;
With the first glance at his clenched jaw
it just gets snatched away.
And he is not aware of this,
but for the rest of the day
I'm occupied trying to gather it back
piece by piece
only to feel
whole
at night
and wake up
to get it stolen
again.
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PoetryA little bit of everything and nothing at all. //short poems// [some might be triggering] Highest rank: #224 in poetry (16th September, 2016) #272 in poetry (21st August, 2016)
