The Kind Of Theif You Can't Call The Cops On
he snuck his way through my window with as much noise as a falling feather.
he got around all my barriers, the wired fence and rapid pit bulls.
I felt him standing over me but I couldnt wake from my slumber.
then he took it. Stole it right from under me.
i didn't notice it was missing until I tried to use it but it was long gone.
I questioned him about it but he said he never saw it, never touched it, never wanted it,
he went away after that, without a backward glance.
I tried to call the law but he was the kind of theif you can't call the cops on.
and I never saw it again, even though I needed to have it back.
after the way he treated it, he didnt deserve to see it.
I begged and prayed he would return it to me but he wouldn't consent.
and i missed it.
i yearned for it.
he took my love and wouldn't give it back