I stole her heart and she didn’t even press charges.
My words went far, but my actions went the farthest.
To steal is to take what isn’t yours.
But she had a piece of me that I’ve been longing for.
A reason for my heart to beat, she had in her possession.
As if she was a teacher and teaching me how to love was the lesson.
To me, she is a blessing
The answer, to my question.
I think my hearts on my sleeve
But I refuse to roll it up
So the next time I wrap her around my hands
My heart will fall into place, where it belongs…with her.