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Stolen was your burberry bag, Stolen was your purse, Stolen was your happiness, As they ran away Stolen was your heart, As he swept you off your feet, Stolen was his heart, As your flicked your hair. Stolen was his gaze, As he stared into those blue eyes, Stolen was his lips, As he embraced yours. Stolen was my heart, As he whisked your away from me, Laughing all the way, in his menacing voice. Stolen was my patience, As I exploded with rage. Stolen was your burberry bag, Stolen was your purse, Stolen was your happiness, As they ran away Stolen was your heart, As he swept you off your feet, Stolen was his heart, As your flicked your hair. Stolen was his gaze, As he stared into those blue eyes, Stolen was his lips, As he embraced yours. Stolen was my heart, As he whisked your away from me, Laughing all the way, in his menacing voice. Stolen was my patience, As I exploded with rage. |
© 2003 Kaylee Riggs
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