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The Thief of My Heart

The one with my heart.
He stole my heart at midnight.
My heart, not a toy.

This heart has many scars.
Though all the scars, he takes it.
Did he commit crime?

Now my heart lies safe.
As safe as it has ever been.
Safe because a thief.

The robber did good.
Praise him not to go to Hell.
He is saving me.

The thief has my heart
Locked in box under lock and key
He possesses it.

I trust him with it
Trust, though I know pain will come.
I hope it doesn't.

Knowledge kills my hope
I know he'll hurt me in time.
I'm counting the days.



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