The ThiefA Poem by Christian StoutEnjoyThe Thief the pain locks its self inside my heart she is the one who played my heart she is the one who made this fatal wound she is the one who played me like a fool she is the one who played my heart like her little harp she is the one who stole my heart I could never recover from this fatal wound she dug it deep and she dug it good she left nothing left, but my heart in two I never thought anyone could she is the one that killed me too she killed me not from afar but from close and ajar she snuck in like death in the night It left me in a awful fright Now she went and hid undercover could i, should i ever recover from this thief in the night that thief in the night was in the highest of delight when she stole my heart without any might The thief i think The thief i dream The thief i still love but will she return what is not rightfully hers?
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1 Review Added on April 20, 2010 Last Updated on May 1, 2010 Tags: Pain, hate, the, thief, the thief, Christian, stout, Christian stout, love, relationships Author
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