Stolen

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  • Lost Love

    Stolen

    I cry myself to sleep at night,
    Wishing for your arms,
    Dreaming of your tender kiss,
    And to let you see my heart.

    I write your name in my head,
    Over 1,000 times a day
    And I wish I had the courage,
    To say what needs to be said.

    But of course I never will,
    And my tears will faithfully start,
    While I sit here and remember you,
    And how you stole my heart...

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    Metaldoll commented on Stolen

    03-21-2009

    Very honest in feeling and words. I like it. Nice work

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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