Divinity

Stealing his heart is all you think of.
Like the lightening and thunder reigning from above.
That sweeps away everything in its path.
You have stolen his heart with your divine wrath.

He wants to be there, but all you see is your greed.
Its like a vampiric seed.
You suck the life from his beating soul.
Stealing his love is your only goal.

You want nothing to do with what he could give.
The heart is your target, you need it to live.
Like a drug, a fix, something to crave your desperation.
You linger, waiting, like a heavenly apparition.

He does not see your secrets and lies.
You hide them behind your devilishly green eyes.
Like the sins of a thousand kings.
You have stolen more than just things.

You steal his soul, his life force.
But you have no regrets, of course.
You just move on, like nothing happened.
Leaving his heart bruised and flattened.

His love is gone, it existed only for you.
He wanted nothing more than to be true.
But you crushed him, left him broken.
Leaving him bound and tied with words unspoken.

He sits by his window waiting and watching.
Hoping to find your eyes in that crowd that he is stalking.
But you are not there, you have stolen his heart.
All that you wanted and now you have that sacred part.

Giving his heart to you was all he could think of.
Like the grace of God transcending from his love.
That emanates from his soul and his heart.
But that he has lost, his one sacred part.