Stolen

I'm going back, I'm going back again.
Don't let me go there and be there, 'cause then
I'll start having feelings, I'll start taking time
To think about what used to be mine.
I used to have a boyfriend, two best friends, two dogs.
I used to wear punk clothes and ate like a hog.
A grandpa, a heart,
and a nice body for a start.
Now it's all gone,
But the thing for which I long
Isn't the friends, the clothes,
The boyfriend with a button nose.
It's the heart I want, the heart I'll take
Over anything, for it's the heart that makes
The love I give for the people I miss.
But that was stolen along with a kiss.

~ Lia Rose, July 2012