The Thief Who Stole My Heart
Heartless now I am to all men
The Thief Who Stole My Heart
A thief came silent in the night,
And stole my heart, my guiding light.
His name was Alan, cold as stone,
Who left me bleeding, all alone.
The snow fell soft, a silent veil,
As love poured out, a mournful tale.
He walked away, his steps so sure
I clutched a wound no time could cure.
Oh, Alan, thief with eyes of frost,
Do you feel the love you’ve lost?
Or does your shadow, dark and deep,
Mock the tears I’ve yet to weep?
In the snow, I stand my ground,
Though hollow echoes all around.
hearts may break, but they can mend—
And thieves like Alan meet their end.
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