"Steal"

A Poem by what-the-frick

You steal …

My very reason for existence.

And hers.

Emotions, turned to clay,

To mold as you see fit.

Recite the lies enough,

And you truly believe,

Every word … that’s expelled from your mouth.

Not enough notches on that belt

For all of your achievements

For all the hearts left bruised

For all the feelings you’ve echoed.

Intent on collecting tattered souls

When the truth is ….

Everyone knows …

You steal.

© 2012 what-the-frick

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GrownUpTime

love your feeling and i think it has alot of potential. ^^ nice write

Posted 13 Years Ago

SoulCrusader (Yas)

Love the meaning and depth that is in this poem, I see it as how someone can 'steal' and let one be who they want to be, i.e. control someone. Beautifully expressed :)

Posted 13 Years Ago

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Added on July 17, 2011
Last Updated on October 2, 2012

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what-the-frick

Astoria & Ever After, OH

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