The Thief
Here I am at the building,
I've waited for so long,
I want to do this the right way,
And make sure nothing goes wrong,
I waited for the darkness,
Waited for nights embrace,
For when my work is done,
No gem will be left in this place,
I sneak inside the store,
I wait for a sound,
There is no one in here,
So I look around,
The cases are so full,
I can't believe my eyes,
So many beautiful gems,
What a big surprise,
I open the first case,
And reach for a ring,
All is going to plan,
It makes me want to sing,
Then I stop what I'm doing,
I stop and think,
This is not right,
Water drips from a sink,
This is not me,
This is not who I am,
I put back the ring,
And close the case, BAM!!!,
I go back outside,
I walk a few feet,
If I do this,
My fate I will meet,
I Just keep walking,
The store pushed from my mind,
My brother always told me,
That I was to kind,
But kindness is a good thing,
My brother I tell you this,
I refuse to be a Thief,
The person no one will miss.
Copyright © Glade Hollyreed | Year Posted 2015
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