The Nostalgic Thief
Although it is easy to believe your eyes over those of a thief. You grab my attention, take a hold of my soul, and run away with my heart.
You disappear for a year, and find me here, in between the broken stuff that people can never have enough of.
Stuff they never throw away, it just lies there every day. You come and take a look, and run your fingers through this old book.