The Thief

The Thief

A Poem by Christian Stout


The Thief
the pain locks its self inside my heart
she is the one who played my heart
she is the one who made this fatal wound
she is the one who played me like a fool
she is the one who played my heart like her little harp
she is the one who stole my heart

I could never recover from this fatal wound
she dug it deep and she dug it good
she left nothing left, but my heart in two
I never thought anyone could

she is the one that killed me too
she killed me not from afar
but from close and ajar
she snuck in like death in the night
It left me in a awful fright

Now she went and hid undercover
could i, should i ever recover
from this thief in the night

that thief in the night 
was in the highest of delight
when she stole my heart without any might

The thief i think
The thief i dream
The thief i still love
but will she return what is not rightfully hers?

© 2010 Christian Stout

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Well written and nice flow.

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Christian Stout
Christian Stout


i am a unpublished poet that would like opinions on my work more..