I stole a book.
I stole a poem full of meaningful words,
I stole an artist's expressions,
I stole a symphony.
I stole every beautiful chord.
I stole a script,
I might just have stolen someone's career.
And I snuck into a movie,
I saw the actress cry,
I caught and botteled every tear.
I stole a rose.
A lover saved it for his valentine.
I like to steal for observation,
I ruin several lives.
I crave all world's beauty to be mine.
I stole invitations,
Stole myself into glamorous soirées,
When I saw money, drugs and grief,
I slipped them down my pockets:
I stole to learn what we can be.
I stole a smile.
She was so pleasing I'd accepted failure.
I sang my stolen symphony,
When she gazed at me,
I stole colors and painted future.
I stole kisses,
Handed them over with the stolen rose.
I cried 'bout every stolen moral,
She wiped my tears away,
Those I stole from the actresses shows.
I stole her pupils.
Yes, I saw them widen just for me!
As I recited stolen poems,
She offered me her smile,
I reached the time to set her free.
I stole a heart.
I noticed the colors on her body
Fading away into the gloom.
I wore her stolen smile,
Although my lips tasted bloody.
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