Thief
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Last Christmas Eve, I met a man who was homelessm he was all alone.I made a serious mistake when I decided to let him stay in my home.My family and I woke up on Christmas morning and we were sad.
As her hips sway to rhythm of song,
She mischievously tempts young fools along.
Her matted mound of curly hair
And viscious, cold, icy glare
Leaves all the men imobile as stone
Thought: The Garage
Serious questions,
What are you hiding,
You may not believe it,
But the world actually wants to know,
Like,
Have you ever spent too much time hiding something,
I'm scared of the manipulator
I'm scared of the puppeteer
I'm scared of the demon
I am so scared of you
From the second I saw you
I knew
I knew your tricks
I knew how you operated
Light outside snapped and dipped
around the old stone
and the
clipped clean manicured lawn.
i had to look up to meet your wild hurt gaze
your fury at the top of the staircase
above me
He can only see what he remembersHe can only rememberThat which he wishes to forget
Hair.
My hair is beautiful.
I have the hair of a princess.
Long and flowy, and shines in sun;
perfect in every way
I deserve the hair of a princess.
100 brush strokes every night
Once upon a time, a Princess was forced to stay high in a tower—nope, not original.
Once upon a time, a Princess was cursed to an eternal slumber—already been done!
Where is what he fought and died for?
“Who?” I hear you asking.
Dedan Kimathi! The man we love to forget.
The man who turns in his unmarked grave every day,
The man screaming in his grave right now at our betrayal!
He's got the charm of a devil,
smile to prove it.
She's got a mind full of fate,
heart to win it.
I've got a life full of time and no one to spend it on.
Thief.
You stole my innocence.
you stole my happiness.
You stole my motivation.
You stole my love.
You stole every emotion.
Except anger, and fear, and an unnatural numbness.
We sit together again
'My parents are
Fighting'
I'm being pulled apart
Like a string in
Tug-of war
Offer me your sympathy
Take a little piece of me
Joke with me again
One day I'll catch you pick pocketing my chest cavity.
I'll catch you reaching past flesh without calamity.
I'll catch you, hands stained with red taboo,
Jealousy,
The reality I had to live through
Because realistically
Writing is something I commit to
Gotta sit through
Defending my own conflict view
Having burst his bubble
and never washing his face for what
might have been stubble
on the run
never knowing what is to come
in the open sun
or rain
Watching close by for someone to stray
Cancer is nothing but a thief.
Steals from children, adults, and animals alike
but has given to me much grief
When I was but a child at the age of seven
cancer that thief turned my life upside down
It starts out fun,
When romance has begun
The world no longer can scare you.
Don't let your guard down
For that's when you'll drown
Cause the thief takes all he is due
