Time is a thief. He’s smaller than you’d think: with dark hair and eyes and a sneaking way about the way he moves. He steals many things, though his favorite is youth. He steals the youth of pretty women with painted lips and eyes, the youth of strong men with broad shoulders and straight backs. He steals because there’s precious little left in the world to be given away. But that’s okay with him:The youth is quite enough to keep him satisfied.
stealing, robbery, people who take things that don’t belong to them. shameless jerks. will never be satisfied with what they have, always “more more more” and want what they can’t have, low self esteem, self-pity, weak, no sense of respect.
The night was closing in and the book thief stood in the darkened library, trying to find the tome he was after. His penlight was growing dim and finally spluttered out. Damn! He should have brought extra batteries!
The drawer slid open easily, well constructed and waxed. There were letters, and bobby pins, and a stray earring. The thief, in jeans and a white eyelet cropped top, lifted a gilt box, and slipped into her pocket.
Peope who steal …people who are cheats. I hate thieves…I have been victim to them on more then one occasion. Once my backpack, one timecame right in my house took my purse of my bed and ran off with t2 bucks and a whole lotta personal keepsakes concert ticket stubs etc. People who steal need to be smacked around and tossed in the clink.
He took it all, even the money I had hidden under the floor boards. I was surprised he even left the pictures that hung on the walls. But I guess he didn’t want to remember us, to remeber the life we had foraged together. He wanted to start over and that was understandable after the pain I had caused him. I couldn’t even fault him for taking the cat.
Running down the street with the police sirens blaring behind me, i held the bags of money in my hand. But they had no clue why I was doing this. I had a family to provide for, things to do, a life to live.
he stole their hearts. he was a heart breaker. a thief who took what he wanted and never gave anything in return. countless suffered under his spell, many yearned to feel his warmth, or what they thought was his warmth. To him it was just a job.
you broke the lock
that guarded my heart
stole the key and made a promise
never to return it;
but now you’ve left like a thief in the night
taking away my shelter, my love
never to be seen again
leaving me alone and broken
the victim of your robbery
I’ve grabbed something that isn’t mine, and I’m not giving it back: an idea, a purse, or a heart. I took it without permission, and whoever it belongs to may be angry when they notice that it’s missing.
You stole my heart away
ran off into the distant night
silent as a thief you came
and swept away taking what was mine
now I know it shall never be returned
for a heart lost is another lesson learned…
I can’t believe that thief, he stole everything out of my house. He didn’t even leave the blender. Why would anyone steal a blender? It’s not as if they’re that expensive, and it’s not like everyone uses their blender every day. Why could that be so valuable for him to steal? I just don’t get it.
he slowly walked up behind the young woman and quickly and slyly pulled her wallet out of her purse. he never expected to be caught, then again he never expected that he would die later that night.
once upon a time, i met a thief. no, not in the regular sense. he stole my heart. now i’m a heartless old hag with nothing and no one. sad yet? thought so.
The thief wanted only one thing. one thing is all he was looking for in my home, my child. He lived and breathed death, sadness and despair. what better way to bring it about by stealing a child. He would do anything to cause harm. The child was my life. there’s no way he’s getting him. No way.
He had stolen something from me I would never get back. Taken it. To me he was a criminal, a thug, he could not be trusted. I got into the habit of avoiding him everywhere I went and it occurred to be it drove him absolutely nuts. In the hall way, the library, the cafeteria.
That man is such a thief, he stole everything from that store over there. You should have seen him caring the huge bag of stuff down the road. I was surprised when the bag he was hauling over he shoulder didn’t break and drop all the goods on the street. When the cops showed up, I was still dumbfounded about what I had saw.
a thief is a person that steals from others. thieves, if caught will get sent to prison, or at least stand trial. i think thievery is one of the 7 cardinal sins. kleptomaniac is the word for someone who cannot help themselves from stealing
The thief runs in the night. Cops chase him, but they don’t know about his secret power. He jumps. And jumps. And jumps. The cops run to the end of the sidewalk, but the thief jumps on hardened air until they no longer see him.
There was a man named Alan, he lost his job in 2002, by 2003 he had found no other work. His savings ran dry. When he stole it was to feed his family, the benefit it did was in far excess of the minor damages it caused. They called him a thief. They put him in jail and his family grew worse off.
I can not believe you stole the very thing that was making my life worth it. Now I spend my mornings at the kitchen staring at the chair across from me, missing the times you sat across from me. How could you steal my happiness without even a second glance.
There is a thief lurking in the midnight.
He is watching you, he is waiting for the twelfth chime.
He will crouch in your house, he will look you in the eyes.
Then, as you solemnly swear him your life,
He chuckles and kisses you goodbye.
Angela closed the door behind her and held a forbidden chapstick close. She tested it on her lips and watched herself in the mirror. She always felt more beautiful when she was being rebellious.
He stole my heart and tore it all apart; a smile, a laugh, a photograph. A one eyed witch and a twitch that I can’t quite graph. I wanted to walk down the stairs but he thieved my legs like he took my lips. On that rock like salamanders, our tongues intertwined, and he said he was mine.
scoundrel. a removal of what is your yours. an imposer of he soul. the stealing of my heart. a thief; in more ways than one. a fight for what is considered rightfully theirs.
You stole my heart, you thieving bastard. Excuse my language, but I want it back. It wasn’t yours to take; i didn’t give it to you. You didn’t ask to borrow it, you just took it from me. It wasn’t fair. I didn’t get anything in return. So please, thief, return what you took.
Once upon a time a terrible man stole the heart of a young princess. He kept it locked away for he believed that so long as he possessed the beautiful girl’s heart he would possess her love. She grew and married a handsome prince while he spend his life alone, his ears constantly reminded by a lonely lub dub.
in the dark dingy hallow he lurked, alone. always alone. he had only wanted to play ball with the others, but because of his clothing they accused him of stealing their prized possession.
Thief, a game we play in drama that I am a total BOSS at! But not so much the game of murderer, I can’t wink to save my LIFE! It really sucks and is really funny.
thieves…they can steal a lot..and most of the time it’s valuable…but sometimes it’s literary and sometimes it’s emotional or opinionated. they aren’t good either way. unless you are talking about stealing a heart..love them or hate them…
a person who robes another one. he or she can robes things small or big like jewelry cars etc. some people are thieves because they are sick and other ones because they dont have values or respect.
…of hearts. Five finger discount does not work for relationships; you can’t steal those. They take work.
Time is a thief. He’s smaller than you’d think: with dark hair and eyes and a sneaking way about the way he moves. He steals many things, though his favorite is youth. He steals the youth of pretty women with painted lips and eyes, the youth of strong men with broad shoulders and straight backs. He steals because there’s precious little left in the world to be given away. But that’s okay with him:The youth is quite enough to keep him satisfied.
I am a thief…period. So yeah…..*stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall stall *
stealing, robbery, people who take things that don’t belong to them. shameless jerks. will never be satisfied with what they have, always “more more more” and want what they can’t have, low self esteem, self-pity, weak, no sense of respect.
The night was closing in and the book thief stood in the darkened library, trying to find the tome he was after. His penlight was growing dim and finally spluttered out. Damn! He should have brought extra batteries!
The drawer slid open easily, well constructed and waxed. There were letters, and bobby pins, and a stray earring. The thief, in jeans and a white eyelet cropped top, lifted a gilt box, and slipped into her pocket.
Peope who steal …people who are cheats. I hate thieves…I have been victim to them on more then one occasion. Once my backpack, one timecame right in my house took my purse of my bed and ran off with t2 bucks and a whole lotta personal keepsakes concert ticket stubs etc. People who steal need to be smacked around and tossed in the clink.
He took it all, even the money I had hidden under the floor boards. I was surprised he even left the pictures that hung on the walls. But I guess he didn’t want to remember us, to remeber the life we had foraged together. He wanted to start over and that was understandable after the pain I had caused him. I couldn’t even fault him for taking the cat.
Running down the street with the police sirens blaring behind me, i held the bags of money in my hand. But they had no clue why I was doing this. I had a family to provide for, things to do, a life to live.
he stole their hearts. he was a heart breaker. a thief who took what he wanted and never gave anything in return. countless suffered under his spell, many yearned to feel his warmth, or what they thought was his warmth. To him it was just a job.
you broke the lock
that guarded my heart
stole the key and made a promise
never to return it;
but now you’ve left like a thief in the night
taking away my shelter, my love
never to be seen again
leaving me alone and broken
the victim of your robbery
I’ve grabbed something that isn’t mine, and I’m not giving it back: an idea, a purse, or a heart. I took it without permission, and whoever it belongs to may be angry when they notice that it’s missing.
You stole my heart away
ran off into the distant night
silent as a thief you came
and swept away taking what was mine
now I know it shall never be returned
for a heart lost is another lesson learned…
I can’t believe that thief, he stole everything out of my house. He didn’t even leave the blender. Why would anyone steal a blender? It’s not as if they’re that expensive, and it’s not like everyone uses their blender every day. Why could that be so valuable for him to steal? I just don’t get it.
he slowly walked up behind the young woman and quickly and slyly pulled her wallet out of her purse. he never expected to be caught, then again he never expected that he would die later that night.
She’s a bandit in the night; jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Her braid floats behind her in the night air. They call her Mouse.
Dressed in deep green. The colour of the forest.
once upon a time, i met a thief. no, not in the regular sense. he stole my heart. now i’m a heartless old hag with nothing and no one. sad yet? thought so.
The thief wanted only one thing. one thing is all he was looking for in my home, my child. He lived and breathed death, sadness and despair. what better way to bring it about by stealing a child. He would do anything to cause harm. The child was my life. there’s no way he’s getting him. No way.
He had stolen something from me I would never get back. Taken it. To me he was a criminal, a thug, he could not be trusted. I got into the habit of avoiding him everywhere I went and it occurred to be it drove him absolutely nuts. In the hall way, the library, the cafeteria.
jack move wit the 1911
cock back the hammer,
send u to seek praya
wen the bullet pierce thru the outta skin layer, i am evil
That man is such a thief, he stole everything from that store over there. You should have seen him caring the huge bag of stuff down the road. I was surprised when the bag he was hauling over he shoulder didn’t break and drop all the goods on the street. When the cops showed up, I was still dumbfounded about what I had saw.
the worst thief is one of that steals others feelings.
a thief is a person that steals from others. thieves, if caught will get sent to prison, or at least stand trial. i think thievery is one of the 7 cardinal sins. kleptomaniac is the word for someone who cannot help themselves from stealing
The thief runs in the night. Cops chase him, but they don’t know about his secret power. He jumps. And jumps. And jumps. The cops run to the end of the sidewalk, but the thief jumps on hardened air until they no longer see him.
There was a man named Alan, he lost his job in 2002, by 2003 he had found no other work. His savings ran dry. When he stole it was to feed his family, the benefit it did was in far excess of the minor damages it caused. They called him a thief. They put him in jail and his family grew worse off.
I can not believe you stole the very thing that was making my life worth it. Now I spend my mornings at the kitchen staring at the chair across from me, missing the times you sat across from me. How could you steal my happiness without even a second glance.
i steal nigga u cant stop my clepto
maniac, its a mindset,
hungry like it aint dinner time yet
There is a thief lurking in the midnight.
He is watching you, he is waiting for the twelfth chime.
He will crouch in your house, he will look you in the eyes.
Then, as you solemnly swear him your life,
He chuckles and kisses you goodbye.
Angela closed the door behind her and held a forbidden chapstick close. She tested it on her lips and watched herself in the mirror. She always felt more beautiful when she was being rebellious.
He stole my heart and tore it all apart; a smile, a laugh, a photograph. A one eyed witch and a twitch that I can’t quite graph. I wanted to walk down the stairs but he thieved my legs like he took my lips. On that rock like salamanders, our tongues intertwined, and he said he was mine.
scoundrel. a removal of what is your yours. an imposer of he soul. the stealing of my heart. a thief; in more ways than one. a fight for what is considered rightfully theirs.
You stole my heart, you thieving bastard. Excuse my language, but I want it back. It wasn’t yours to take; i didn’t give it to you. You didn’t ask to borrow it, you just took it from me. It wasn’t fair. I didn’t get anything in return. So please, thief, return what you took.
Once upon a time a terrible man stole the heart of a young princess. He kept it locked away for he believed that so long as he possessed the beautiful girl’s heart he would possess her love. She grew and married a handsome prince while he spend his life alone, his ears constantly reminded by a lonely lub dub.
in the dark dingy hallow he lurked, alone. always alone. he had only wanted to play ball with the others, but because of his clothing they accused him of stealing their prized possession.
Thief, a game we play in drama that I am a total BOSS at! But not so much the game of murderer, I can’t wink to save my LIFE! It really sucks and is really funny.
Into the night. Collections of foreign objects. The thrill of it. All that glitters, all that shines, all that one can’t leave behind.
thieves…they can steal a lot..and most of the time it’s valuable…but sometimes it’s literary and sometimes it’s emotional or opinionated. they aren’t good either way. unless you are talking about stealing a heart..love them or hate them…
bad person, crazy, disrespectful. he takes the things of the other people while they dont see or they dont notice. its a shame.
Wow. I just wrote ” theif” a bunch of times and then my computer autocorrected it to “their”. Now my time is up, and I have a bad text. ( sad face )
a person who robes another one. he or she can robes things small or big like jewelry cars etc. some people are thieves because they are sick and other ones because they dont have values or respect.