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Theif


Thief

He was a thief and the way in which he directed his tongue a passkey.

Unlocking a door to shattered pieces; skeletons,

and the world of uncertainties [future] of a heart beaten soul.

Plotting to steal the rarest stone there is.

She had experienced theft before,

but this criminal was having a hard time disguising his ski mask.

All of her words flowed through his hearing,

he added them to the blueprints to her core.

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