The Theif I Could Never Catch

The short poem that explains the true face of love?? Read this to know....

The morning was calm, spread out like a shiny shard,

Cannot forget what happened that night, memories are tough and hard,

But one thing that i still remember, there was a girl, who stole my heart,

Couldn't see her face; what was i thinking? 
Got to unravel another part....
My love got away that day, but i am not any bard,
That i will keep telling stories about my heartbreak, no matter how many more tests God will take,
The thing that i still don't know, an unsolved feeling and state of the art,
What might she be? An un-turned card?
Curious to find out i approached the place where i slept last night,
The old ragged dusty couch, where i saw demons and begun my fight, 
But i had no remorse and i kept waiting for her to come again, she was only in my dream, not a reality,
Now nowhere to be found in this big great city,
Hollows keep on growing bigger, people keep on falling in,
In this same place where i am trapped now, this strange trap of love... how?
Entangled in these spiked strings, i struggle to free myself, but when i see hundreds of others like me,
Entangled too, trying to get off, but the spikes hurt them, not them, their hearts actually,
Slowly bleeding to untimely deaths, the last strive to life too fails, killing them all, and some new victims fall,
Again to be tortured in this living hell, and slowly be killed in this love-poisoned shell,
This is my last time, now another story i might not tell, 'cause i think me myself too has fallen victim to this spell....

Author's Note

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