Shakespeare had it right
At least I think so

"A rose by any other name
Would smell as sweet"

I hope Shakespeare doesn't mind
if we flip it around

A thief by any other name
would steal you blind

Intruder. Intrusion. In my personal space.
Violater. Violation. What you took, I cannot replace.
Material. Materialistic. But that that's not the point.
My thoughts. My feeling. Have been shattered open.

Intruder. Violater. You didn't just steal.
You took something from me more valuable.
Than diamonds and rubies and all the queens gold.
Intruder. Violater. You don't know what you hold.                              

Intruder. Violater. You've taken my purge.
Letters and answers and maps to my worth.
Intruder. Violator. You've taken from me.
Memories of where I was, who I am and I am how I came to be.
You've taken my heartache, my sadness and pain
But also the joy and happiness from life I have gained.

Intruder. Violater. Maybe something to sell.
You took my whole world and spun me around.
Material. Materialistic. Harmless. Maybe to you.
I'm shattered and heartbroken and there's nothing I can do.

Sharp eyes that seem to pierce through my soul
Porcelain-skin and hands so delicate
Deep voice that captivates any lady
Alluring lips that any woman would kiss

A thief in disguised
As a handsome man in a decent suit
Or at times, in a plain white tee,
Has stolen my heart unconsciously

I’d imprison that man;
But with my heart thumping in my chest,
And my lips trembling; knees shaking―
He makes me so weak

Before I knew it,
I am the one that's been jailed;
I am trapped by my own affection
Allured by a thief

A sleepless night sits behind me like a wicked reminder of all my troubles.
I look back at it to try and find out why it stole my sleep,
It just sits there, a haze of darkness pointing forward.
A faceless beast.
Ahead of me, as I turn, I see a tunnel.
There is so little light but as I step forward I know it has consumed me.
Spirals flash like lightning breaking the suffocating darkness,
I know before me there is a tundra of lifeless souls milling like pointless cattle.
I must make it my goal to bring joy when surrounded by so much darkness and apathy.
I smile back to my sleep thief, and I edge into the unknown.

The secret door to heaven
In an artists way
Was her house
But she never gave it away
He came with a key to steal her heart
Thieves come in the night
But he came in a sunny summers afternoon
Buy all too soon it was over
The key with his name thrown away...

Do you see that devil up there
With the carefully arranged hair?
Do you believe he cares about you?
Don’t. Not a word of it is true.
He is selfish and all he cares about
Is what he can get for himself
No matter what his followers shout.

Doesn’t the fact that he chooses
To berate, ridicule and scorn
Serve to set up a huge red flag?
Why doesn’t that  serve to warn
That you are in the presence of
An evil not seen for a lifetime?
Why aren’t you all looking around
For someone to throw you a lifeline?

I am sure Reagan taught you that
Movie stars can be President
And you have revered for years what
Turned out to be a sad precedent.
But now you have doubled your error,
And you have all fallen with certainty,
Under the bewitching spell of a
Creature with nothing but celebrity.

So, wake up children, if you all will
Because this time you go to far.
You have literally hitched your wagon
To what amounts to a falling star.
He lies, he cheats, he molests and swears
And worst of all, none of you cares.
You tells yourself you are a righteous soul
Then bow to the devil with the orange hair.

The one handed thief ran out of the bank and jumped into the getaway car only to realize it was a four on the floor with stick shift .

The best kind of thief steals in plain sight.
In front of the entire world
He fights and then there's the obvious flight.
most of it is instinct and partial stupidity.
Guess we will never know.
But I beg of you,
Come again.