AR (November 12,1988 / Chico, CA)

Thief

I had a lock on my heart, it was locked up good.
You stole my heart, and I didn't think you could.
I don't know how you picked the lock, you'd have had to find the key.
I fell in love with you before my eyes would let me see.
I can only breathe when you're around.
With out you near me, I can't hear a sound.
Just the touch of your hand makes my heart skip a beat.
You stole my heart, you're a little theif!

by Ashley Ruckman

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