Lost

Things go missing
And things are found
I lose my sense
When you’re around.

I know you stole my heart
Not something I misplace
My most essential part
Like a shoe without its lace.

Thought of where we used to go
Tried to find it there
Seven months still searching
Why do I still care?

There’s something I've been thinking,
It’s been on my mind
That it may not be my heart,
But you I need to find.