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Thief

I made you a promise with paper and strings
On this rumpled page I wrote you my word
Sealing it with strings that now sting my subconscious
Last night I said it was my last
Though four moons ago I swore you the same
My sticky fingers cannot seem to stay clean
Instead of pockets I’m picking hearts
My collection is ever growing as the maidens endlessly fall
Commitments shattered to pieces no sooner than they form
You need not freight here my dear
Your heart more priceless than all remains the safest
With no walls or guards to fight me off
In fact you are all too eager to hand your precious jewel away
Without a flutter in those heavy lashes
It is not that the temptation is not errantly suffocating
My heart flutters in anticipation at the very thought of the matter
Even to scribble the truth down stills my being
I fear if I dare to take your heart you in turn will capture mine
Becoming my Thief

(2015)

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