Stolen

I steal.  I steal hearts of desire.  The ones that are so fragile that only need someone to swoop in to put them back together.  Those who are so lost at that moment in time where they will emotionally attach to anything that will stay with them.  Desire.  Loneliness.  Security.  Love?  I steal feelings and opportunity.  When the feeling burns deep within for someone or something.  Passion, the ache in a heart that was separated from the one who steals.  Steals hearts of desire.  Opportunity that slips away from under the hearts.  Suddenly everything that was once possible, once free, is washed away, stripped to the heart.  All of it, gone.  All disappeared, taken by the one who steals.  I steal.

JayZ