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Hi, I’m Shaun I’m from Louisville KY, i write Things and sometimes i like To see people smile. I dont Try to be clever anymore …
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Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
The (Im) Perfect Theft
Neal Emanuelson
Feb 2015
Like a thief, I’m just stealing time
Another inch to your foot
Steal another minute, maybe two of mine
And just a whisper was all it took
I’ve stolen my words, I’ve stolen lines
Would you still like to take me home?
Another month and I’ve stolen your voice
Entwined on a stolen chair
And as we meet so often in the night
I believe I’ve stolen your despair
I’ve stolen my words, I’ve stolen my lines
Would you still like to take me home?
I could steal just about everything
Would you still like to take me home?
So now I’ve stolen promises right from your lips
Along with all of your warmth
And in the night I’ve stolen your hips, too
Laying across from you with stolen sins
I’ve stolen your space, I’ve taken your time
Would you still like to take me home?
I’ve stolen a glance, hell- I’ve stolen your shine
Would you still like to take me home?
You said I’m honest but that’s an honest lie
I’m sure you’ve heard that line before
We could talk of God and lightning strikes
Taking three extra steps, maybe four.
And when I’ve stolen everything I can
Could I steal what’s left of your hope?
To see me again is more than a passing chance
Another ‘someday’ just to cope
I’ve stolen my words, I’ve stolen my lines
I could steal just about everything
But the one thing I’ve lost and cannot reclaim
Was the heart that you gave me.
And I’ve stolen your love, I’ve stolen your trust
I could steal just about everything
But the one thing you’ve got that will never rust
Is the hate that you have for me.
© 2014
Another inch to your foot
Steal another minute, maybe two of mine
And just a whisper was all it took
I’ve stolen my words, I’ve stolen lines
Would you still like to take me home?
Another month and I’ve stolen your voice
Entwined on a stolen chair
And as we meet so often in the night
I believe I’ve stolen your despair
I’ve stolen my words, I’ve stolen my lines
Would you still like to take me home?
I could steal just about everything
Would you still like to take me home?
So now I’ve stolen promises right from your lips
Along with all of your warmth
And in the night I’ve stolen your hips, too
Laying across from you with stolen sins
I’ve stolen your space, I’ve taken your time
Would you still like to take me home?
I’ve stolen a glance, hell- I’ve stolen your shine
Would you still like to take me home?
You said I’m honest but that’s an honest lie
I’m sure you’ve heard that line before
We could talk of God and lightning strikes
Taking three extra steps, maybe four.
And when I’ve stolen everything I can
Could I steal what’s left of your hope?
To see me again is more than a passing chance
Another ‘someday’ just to cope
I’ve stolen my words, I’ve stolen my lines
I could steal just about everything
But the one thing I’ve lost and cannot reclaim
Was the heart that you gave me.
And I’ve stolen your love, I’ve stolen your trust
I could steal just about everything
But the one thing you’ve got that will never rust
Is the hate that you have for me.
© 2014
Jenifer Holland Jun 2014
Stolen
Jenifer Holland
Jun 2014
Day & night, Stolen words exchanged
Stolen meetings arranged
Stolen glances of your handsome face
Stolen moments in your embrace
Stolen kisses
Stolen wishes
Stolen touch
Stolen love as you mean so much
You've stolen my heart
*(Please don't ever tear it apart)
Stolen meetings arranged
Stolen glances of your handsome face
Stolen moments in your embrace
Stolen kisses
Stolen wishes
Stolen touch
Stolen love as you mean so much
You've stolen my heart
*(Please don't ever tear it apart)
Nomad
Sep 2014
Stolen
are the seconds of time.
Stolen
are the meaning of words.
Stolen
are we.
The time we shared,
were not long enough.
The words we shared,
were not deep enough.
We...
are.
But we are not.
We're so far
and I wish I could say that it doesn't matter,
because it does,
it doesn't.
It does because I worry,
not because I do not trust you,
I worry because I do not trust
the other few.
You are beautiful,
this is so,
others will come,
to try to make you let me go.
I'll fight as hard,
as I can through these each written letter,
I can only hope now,
that times get better.
Let not your heart,
be stolen from me,
and let not my heart,
be dropped from thee.
Stolen heart,
soul,
and mind.
If you've stolen it,
keep it.
If you'd be so kind.
Stolen beauty,
kind-heart
and soul,
your hand,
these rings,
your name and future,
is my goal.
Stolen
Stolen
Like a thief in the night,
it's you, my love,
for which I will fight.
are the seconds of time.
Stolen
are the meaning of words.
Stolen
are we.
The time we shared,
were not long enough.
The words we shared,
were not deep enough.
We...
are.
But we are not.
We're so far
and I wish I could say that it doesn't matter,
because it does,
it doesn't.
It does because I worry,
not because I do not trust you,
I worry because I do not trust
the other few.
You are beautiful,
this is so,
others will come,
to try to make you let me go.
I'll fight as hard,
as I can through these each written letter,
I can only hope now,
that times get better.
Let not your heart,
be stolen from me,
and let not my heart,
be dropped from thee.
Stolen heart,
soul,
and mind.
If you've stolen it,
keep it.
If you'd be so kind.
Stolen beauty,
kind-heart
and soul,
your hand,
these rings,
your name and future,
is my goal.
Stolen
Stolen
Like a thief in the night,
it's you, my love,
for which I will fight.