my heart was stolen. not by a griffon, not by a goblin,nor house elves or pixies. my heart was stolen by a little girl. her big blue eyes told her whole life story where she had been what she went through,what she had seen. even the tears she shed were written as they poured down.
a stolen heart to a young one. not more than the age of 2. her big eyes of blue. her soft honey brown hair straight and curly at the bottom. the innocense of her smile the size of her was no more than to your kneecap. this little girl watching her be…watching her be hurt and her heart torn by her mother and father. fighting as usual driving long hours to each of their houses….her eyes told this. the sorrow she feels at night….the joy and laughter you see her bring ,…as to you…a little girl was all she seemed. she was not a little girl she was a little angel. an angel put through hell. this angel watching her…playing with her talking to her has stolen my heart and i know no matter what happens we will never be apart.
Authors note: to Bre-Bre (Brianna) you have stolen my heart and you are only two ,think of the things you can do when you’re older…