Under the cover of the night
A gentle thief crawls, runs
And creates light
She came and stole
Now I'll never be whole
She left me alone
And departed with my soul
Only remained flesh and bones!
She came, stole and ran
Leaving me lifeless, without hope
Ahh, if I get her!
I'm never letting her go!
She is indeed a thief!
She stole my heart,
Ran away and gifted me with grief!
Under the cover of the night
A gentle thief crawls, runs
And creates light
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Author:
Just_my_poetic_side (
Offline) - Published: April 15th, 2024 00:02
- Category: Love
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Comments1
May be wiser to run the other way..
Call me fool, but I want my stuff back😂
Ha!
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