Stolen
By Fiona Cummings
Our hearts beat as one
With me he belonged
He knew what I thought about
There was never a need to shout
We shared a joke
He was made from my soul
Now he is fire
And I am the coal
There is a wedge between us
A poison which flows
Where ever he goes
Each word falls from his lips
Is a drug like state
As though going on trips
I have to watch his mistakes
A model I made
Something I created
With a disastrous ending
Just to be hated
His life he is spending
Love he is wasting
Going into an endless tunnel
Pushing a big heart through a narrow funnel
A neat mind chasing a hovel
A car crash
In rush hour
Rich trash
A prickly flower
How to avoid the thorns
A wild field
Next to manicured lawns
Can this be healed
I want to hide
Behind a shield
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