VICTIM

Tirelessly I work day and night,
Cleaning and scrubbing with all my might,
Trying yet not trying to rid my mind of the thief,
That stole my heart whole like a prof.

Tired and lonely I sob all day,
Hoping to my rescue she'll one day may,
She always plead in court not guilty,
And why does she think I'm the guilty?

Weak and tired my heart may appear,
Cold like rock and looks like not care,
But I'll tell you it's empty and that's just a hole,
For I told you it's stolen and devoured whole,

Now to my lovely thief and love,
Can you spread you wings and come from above?
Your poor victim wants nothing but favour,
To let me taste your heart just for the flavour.