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Rated: E · Poetry · Relationship · #1902846
A poem about moving on.
Safer With Thieves

What can be said to you?
I’m not sure what I can do.
That’s the sad reality root,
But I swear it’s true.
I feel safer with thieves than with you.

The thieves can scurry and steal my wings,
Not theirs as such; just stolen things.
Idle beings not tied to  heart’s strings,
And they don’t bury my feelings.
Nor ignore the pain that thievery brings.

The silence echoes volumes,
Exists on flames and gives off fumes.
It takes all the air and leaves empty the room.
Living here with you is temptation in blue.
I feel safer with thieves than with you.

When I saw you, I no longer saw sky.
The die was cast and I didn’t know why.
Tears would come, but they were too shy.
Too expensive the cost and surely I’d die.
I’d clipped my wings and I couldn’t fly.

Being ignored is a virtue in life, as a rule,
I’ve labored too long in the guise of a fool.
My broken heart and things sit in the box of a shoe.
I’ve left on a journey to take back my jewel.
I feel safer with thieves than with you.
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