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.
👁 2💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.