can't steal happiness
so they sing
sometimes i agree
at least i want to
because if they're right
then my happiness can't be stolen
yet sometimes it feels
like it can be
taken away on a whim
by you or anyone
a simple word
careless conversation
passing glance
fingers reaching into the
purse where i carry my heart
and stealing it away
the biggest patron
and the biggest thief
for one person to have that power
is frightening
ability to change my moods
however unintentionally or slight
to know joy
and pain
simultaneously;
sometimes i wish
my patron and my thief
would deal me neither
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