He leaped over the edge and the darkness seemed to clutch at him as his fingers scrabbled at the edge of the building. Leaping over the city canyons, he escaped before dawn.
You came into my life and stole my heart. I had plans to give it to someone else. Now I wander, lost and aimless waiting for your return. The cops say it wasn’t breaking and entering, because I let you in, but I surely feel broken now that you’ve exited.
a craving for what you do not possess. stealing from others’ originality and trying to fill a space you believe exists within you. being misguided, justifying your desperation. wearing hats and always keeping a hidden motive in the back of your mind in every situation you find yourself in.
Seemingly on padded paws the thief crept across the roof, making for an open window. She took full advantage of the summer heat in which the city languidly slept. It was her favorite time of year, no one questioned the wisdom of leaving the house open to the thick midnight breeze and whatever may travel on it.
we are all stealing something in our lives. Whether it is an idea from someone else or a way we compose ourselves. being a thief is an evolving part of human nature and to shun down upon it is a worse act than a thief.
I ran down the narrow damp street, blood pumping sweat dripping off my forehead. I couldnt look back. I couldnt stop for even a second, my breathing was so ragged and loud, I felt like I was yelling “here I am!”
The dog is barking and I’m trying to sleep. I open my eyes to see a man standing in my bedroom. Take everything I have, I think. But don’t rape me. Don’t kill me. I begin to yell. Get out of my house! I’m angry. Get out of my house. He says he’s sorry and turns and lopes out until I pick up the phone to call the police.
What is he doing in my bedroom? What shall I do? Scream? Pretend to be sleeping? Run? I always wondered what I would do in such a situation and I cannot think at all.
The theif stole th hens from the farmer and ran. He laughed as the farmer shouted and dived behind a boulder as shelter. He was very evbi;l,. indeed. So after that the farmer got a hotgun and tried to kill the theif but he couldn’t fuind him so he went back to the barn.
He was my thief and i loved him for it. Some would say that he stole me but I promise you it is the other way around. As my doors opened I called to me the only one adventurous enough to come after me. I stole him as he stole me.
He was a thief, a handsome brute that took everyone’s watches. It did not matter who you were, along the streets of Krakow he stole everyone’s watches. Gold ones, silver ones, hello kitty ones… they were all his….
He will come like a thief in the night. That means that everything you’ve stored up, everything you’ve decided was worth living and dying for.. what moths eat up and what rusts away, that will all be burned up. Along with you. If you’re not looking to true life, to eternity, you will be burned up along with what you’re worried about being taken from you.
Like a thief she moved silently, quickly slipping the anniversary gift beneath his pillow. After a moment she paused, place a kiss on his forehead, then cross the room to slip into bed next to him. He mumbled in his sleep, turned, and wrapped his arm around her waist, where she snuggled into him.
there is a thief in my house. he is friendly though and i can’t keep him from entering my room. he is now playing with my dog and i don’t know how to hide although he seems nice. he wants soup he keeps claiming and i tell my maid to make him some but she is trembling from fear.
A thief is one with the intent of stealing. Not always a possession but such things as identity or ideas. One considered a thief can at times be considered a criminal as well. A robber..??
I think most people think of thieves as ones who steal physical property but let us also consider intellectual property, loved ones, opportunities, memories, etc. Those are the truly important things in life that can be stolen.
This sounds cheesy, but it’s true. You were the thief of my heart. I didn’t ask for you to take it. I didn’t want you to actually. But by the time I realized you were taking it, it was far too late. Now you left but you kept it, and I’ll never get it back to share with anybody else.
I hate thieves. Scum of the earth. They never think about the people they’re stealing from, only themselves. And does it really help them to steal? I think not. Even if the thief doesn’t feel guilty about what they do, which most of them do not, instead rationalizing their actions by saying things like “I deserve this.” or, “That person doesn’t need it anyway.” I’d tell that person to try and obtain whatever they’re stealing the honest, hard working way like everyone else. Then I’d take it from them, and say “See how that feels douchebag? Not cool is it?”
They stole the scent that rises from my soul when my hands are rough and raw from the work of giving. But there is an effervescent reward only seen by one who gives freely that is the karmic compensation for this exhaustive way of life. The psychic vampires feed on the spoils of their thievery but find no lasting sustenance while their victims continue to ascend: for their is no depletion of resources in the mine of a heart connected to the source of strength.
He’s coming like a thief in the night, whence no one knows of his presence and it isn’t determined until the daylight shines forth that something has gone missing, something has changed. It may seem small at first but then you realize how drastic the change really is. The thief has entered in. We are all gone.
how can you steal one’s heart, how can you steal love? i guess it needs talent and a lot of courage to be that kind of a thief.. or you just have no heart of your own..
You stole,
you took.
My blank mind,
empty heart?
Thief I call you.
And you seem to disagree?
Your soft eyes no longer
penetrate my heart,
your stares no longer
give me any emotion.
The thief I ponder,
he no longer will take from any
other.
A thief is someone who steals. But he’s more petty then that. A thief is small time, only able to steal from those lower than them. A thief is a crook.
oh wow this is just awesome i would love for a woman to come by and be a thief to my heart. perhaps she could be a first time criminal. i just wish she has enough balls to rob me without a mask on if that is too much to ask . i do not aks for it back. perhaps i can rob heres too and we can skip town splitting the profits!
He stole the majestic piece of wonderment. How terrible! You can’t just take what you want. You have to need it. You have to really really be about to die without it.
The thief suddenly turned around.
She watched the window across the way, waiting for the thief to come again. The light never came on, so she wondered if she had been imagining things. She sat behind the curtain, binoculars out, and nothing stirred. How frustrating, she thought. I won’t be doing this again.
thieves. they take things that are not theirs. whether it’s your heart or your most prized possession. it’s gone forever. maybe it will return, maybe not. but does it matter? you are violated. maybe even scared.
So that’s what’s it’s come down to, is it? You’re just going to play the thief, take what you want and leave, hm? Well, I have news for you. Two people can play at that. Actually I have an even better plan. I’ll make what you want so inaccessible that you’ll never be able to find it. That won’t be hard since someone else already has my heart, anyways.
there is somebody in your house. what do you do? you stab that motherfucker. like oh god what are you supposed to do? baseball bat! this is hilarious like omg good stuff how long do i get for this? i dont even know. oneword is a theif, stealing my time.
The thieves left just a moon in the window. I’m afraid of thieves. Not of the fact that they may steal something, but the fact that they can do harm to me and my family. Also the shock of being robbed itself, I suppose. I don’t know what drives people to become thieves nowadays. People say it’s drugs mostly.
Someone has stolen my heart.
Thief.
And now when you aren’t here, my heart feels empty.
Thief.
And when you are here, you steal my breath.
Thief.
He leaped over the edge and the darkness seemed to clutch at him as his fingers scrabbled at the edge of the building. Leaping over the city canyons, he escaped before dawn.
You came into my life and stole my heart. I had plans to give it to someone else. Now I wander, lost and aimless waiting for your return. The cops say it wasn’t breaking and entering, because I let you in, but I surely feel broken now that you’ve exited.
Come back!
That was mine…once
Now I suppose it is yours.
Take it, then.
TAKE IT!
I do not even want it any more.
Run.
RUN!
I do not need you anymore.
I do not need you.
I, alone, am me.
(Come back…)
a craving for what you do not possess. stealing from others’ originality and trying to fill a space you believe exists within you. being misguided, justifying your desperation. wearing hats and always keeping a hidden motive in the back of your mind in every situation you find yourself in.
Seemingly on padded paws the thief crept across the roof, making for an open window. She took full advantage of the summer heat in which the city languidly slept. It was her favorite time of year, no one questioned the wisdom of leaving the house open to the thick midnight breeze and whatever may travel on it.
A thief is a kind of animal that wears thin leopard stalkins and magical t shirts that travel through time with the velocity of a velociraptor.
we are all stealing something in our lives. Whether it is an idea from someone else or a way we compose ourselves. being a thief is an evolving part of human nature and to shun down upon it is a worse act than a thief.
I ran down the narrow damp street, blood pumping sweat dripping off my forehead. I couldnt look back. I couldnt stop for even a second, my breathing was so ragged and loud, I felt like I was yelling “here I am!”
The dog is barking and I’m trying to sleep. I open my eyes to see a man standing in my bedroom. Take everything I have, I think. But don’t rape me. Don’t kill me. I begin to yell. Get out of my house! I’m angry. Get out of my house. He says he’s sorry and turns and lopes out until I pick up the phone to call the police.
What is he doing in my bedroom? What shall I do? Scream? Pretend to be sleeping? Run? I always wondered what I would do in such a situation and I cannot think at all.
The theif stole th hens from the farmer and ran. He laughed as the farmer shouted and dived behind a boulder as shelter. He was very evbi;l,. indeed. So after that the farmer got a hotgun and tried to kill the theif but he couldn’t fuind him so he went back to the barn.
He was my thief and i loved him for it. Some would say that he stole me but I promise you it is the other way around. As my doors opened I called to me the only one adventurous enough to come after me. I stole him as he stole me.
He was a thief, a handsome brute that took everyone’s watches. It did not matter who you were, along the streets of Krakow he stole everyone’s watches. Gold ones, silver ones, hello kitty ones… they were all his….
Hail to the thief in the night, fail to exceed your own pride. Thieving is easy. Keeping is hard.
He will come like a thief in the night. That means that everything you’ve stored up, everything you’ve decided was worth living and dying for.. what moths eat up and what rusts away, that will all be burned up. Along with you. If you’re not looking to true life, to eternity, you will be burned up along with what you’re worried about being taken from you.
Like a thief she moved silently, quickly slipping the anniversary gift beneath his pillow. After a moment she paused, place a kiss on his forehead, then cross the room to slip into bed next to him. He mumbled in his sleep, turned, and wrapped his arm around her waist, where she snuggled into him.
there is a thief in my house. he is friendly though and i can’t keep him from entering my room. he is now playing with my dog and i don’t know how to hide although he seems nice. he wants soup he keeps claiming and i tell my maid to make him some but she is trembling from fear.
People steal things. U
robber
A thief is one with the intent of stealing. Not always a possession but such things as identity or ideas. One considered a thief can at times be considered a criminal as well. A robber..??
I think most people think of thieves as ones who steal physical property but let us also consider intellectual property, loved ones, opportunities, memories, etc. Those are the truly important things in life that can be stolen.
This sounds cheesy, but it’s true. You were the thief of my heart. I didn’t ask for you to take it. I didn’t want you to actually. But by the time I realized you were taking it, it was far too late. Now you left but you kept it, and I’ll never get it back to share with anybody else.
I hate thieves. Scum of the earth. They never think about the people they’re stealing from, only themselves. And does it really help them to steal? I think not. Even if the thief doesn’t feel guilty about what they do, which most of them do not, instead rationalizing their actions by saying things like “I deserve this.” or, “That person doesn’t need it anyway.” I’d tell that person to try and obtain whatever they’re stealing the honest, hard working way like everyone else. Then I’d take it from them, and say “See how that feels douchebag? Not cool is it?”
They stole the scent that rises from my soul when my hands are rough and raw from the work of giving. But there is an effervescent reward only seen by one who gives freely that is the karmic compensation for this exhaustive way of life. The psychic vampires feed on the spoils of their thievery but find no lasting sustenance while their victims continue to ascend: for their is no depletion of resources in the mine of a heart connected to the source of strength.
He’s coming like a thief in the night, whence no one knows of his presence and it isn’t determined until the daylight shines forth that something has gone missing, something has changed. It may seem small at first but then you realize how drastic the change really is. The thief has entered in. We are all gone.
how can you steal one’s heart, how can you steal love? i guess it needs talent and a lot of courage to be that kind of a thief.. or you just have no heart of your own..
i feel like i’m stealing from the greatest man i will ever know. i dont get the chance to let him love me.
Am I the thief here?
I feel like I take,
but never give.
I don’t understand
how to give anymore.
I was good at it once.
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You stole,
you took.
My blank mind,
empty heart?
Thief I call you.
And you seem to disagree?
Your soft eyes no longer
penetrate my heart,
your stares no longer
give me any emotion.
The thief I ponder,
he no longer will take from any
other.
A thief is someone who steals. But he’s more petty then that. A thief is small time, only able to steal from those lower than them. A thief is a crook.
A thief is somebody who steals something… materialistic or maybe something emotional… maybe ur heart? does that mean he’s evil?
oh wow this is just awesome i would love for a woman to come by and be a thief to my heart. perhaps she could be a first time criminal. i just wish she has enough balls to rob me without a mask on if that is too much to ask . i do not aks for it back. perhaps i can rob heres too and we can skip town splitting the profits!
He stole the majestic piece of wonderment. How terrible! You can’t just take what you want. You have to need it. You have to really really be about to die without it.
The thief suddenly turned around.
She watched the window across the way, waiting for the thief to come again. The light never came on, so she wondered if she had been imagining things. She sat behind the curtain, binoculars out, and nothing stirred. How frustrating, she thought. I won’t be doing this again.
thieves. they take things that are not theirs. whether it’s your heart or your most prized possession. it’s gone forever. maybe it will return, maybe not. but does it matter? you are violated. maybe even scared.
So that’s what’s it’s come down to, is it? You’re just going to play the thief, take what you want and leave, hm? Well, I have news for you. Two people can play at that. Actually I have an even better plan. I’ll make what you want so inaccessible that you’ll never be able to find it. That won’t be hard since someone else already has my heart, anyways.
there is somebody in your house. what do you do? you stab that motherfucker. like oh god what are you supposed to do? baseball bat! this is hilarious like omg good stuff how long do i get for this? i dont even know. oneword is a theif, stealing my time.
The thieves left just a moon in the window. I’m afraid of thieves. Not of the fact that they may steal something, but the fact that they can do harm to me and my family. Also the shock of being robbed itself, I suppose. I don’t know what drives people to become thieves nowadays. People say it’s drugs mostly.