and you... you were the thief that took it or was it willingly withdrawn? It doesn't matter because I'm still right here! Right where you left me, and you have my words, my sentences, my poems and a heart... my heart. You had never planned to keep it did you? Or was it that you had planned to give me something in return? I'm still waiting, and I have nothing but empty words, sentences, poems, and a chest cavity with room for a heart. I started writing without a heart in hopes to find one and I did... With one last period, came one last beat and I am left without a heart again.