Poetry Blogs (stole)
A year or so ago,
if you would like to know;
a thief, she stole my heart.
Then left me all alone.
If I gave her the blame,
well, that'd be a shame.
I could call myself a thief, too.
Just not in the same way.
You see, a thief never returns.
But me? Her heart was always hers.
She stole mine then made the escape,
with mine, hers, and her final words.
Friday 14th October 2016 6:04 am