she stole his heart. but i let it go. i guided him to her. i pushed him in her direction. and im paying the price. Fuck the world. It has no problem fucking me over.
Crysta
She stole my heart in a way that only a thief could. It was the ultimate deception. How was I supposed to know when it was going to happen? How was there any way to avoid it? She just took it from me. I seek revenge but it is more disappointment in my revenge than it is actual vengeance.
in the house, there was a rat. there was a rat in a hat. he was hungry; he wanted food. into the fridge he went, scavenging for crumbs and anything he could get his little dirty paws on. then the mom of the house came in and squashed the little rodent thief to death. fin.
Stefani
you stole me away from them, but then discarded me. it’s okay, I know i’m not worth as much as a precious jewel or a priceless painting, but i would have appreciated at least one moment of you appreciating me. one moment where i was the most beautiful thing that you had ever held or ever seen.
Bob
On the right was a thief who repented and gained everything. Across the gulf of eternity was another who held on to all his bitterness, pride, and misery.
Tess
I lurk in dark alleys….wait no, that is way too cliche. I sneak into your mind, I’m a distraction like tis website I guess and steal ideas and keep you from discovering them…..but then again, this could be a place to spread them?
a thief is someone who steals, sometimes with good reason, sometimes not. robbin hood – good reason! i suppose i would become a thief if i was absolutely desperate…but then again there is really no need with all the soup kitchens. so i suppose, theives are not always BAD people, they just have bad situations.
mariam amr
You are a thief! You stole my heart when I wasn’t looking! Now that you have it, why would I think that you would treat it with respect and care? I hope that some day I can figure out how to get it back. For some reason, I don’t trust you with my heart. I think you might have a collection of hearts that you play with for your own personal amusement.
Carol Bailey Floyd
there was this one thief, his name was Bob. He was very kind, even though he stole from people, which in retrospect, wasn’t very nice. Nonetheless, he was a good guy at his core. Just a wee bit misled. His girlfriend Sara was very pretty, and good-natured. She was always baking cookies for the children of the neighborhood and they were very nummy.
Rekka
He is the thief that stole my heart. I know I dreamed that he would take it from me, but he actually carried out the task. Sadly, the heart he has now stolen does not seem to be a prized possession to him. I sit on his shelf, gathering dust, and all I want is to be paid attention to.
you stole what was never your and I am afraid that I’ll never get it back. my soul broke when you left because you left the parts of me that I never loved and took my pride and joy. You took and you left and I’m scared you’ll never come back, please don’t do me like that.
i steal everything i see if i like it ill take it it doesnt matter what it is it all depends on what it is and how hard it is to get the object if its to hard iid rather just walk away and save me the time and the trouble thats all it is sometimes its easy and sometimes its pretty difficult at times i feel guilty but i see it as its just taking for the less fortunite
frank
A silent thief, so different from those who came before. He stole my heart. My soul fulfilled.
Steph
someone who steals someone in crime someone who will be punished someone who will be prosecuted someone who everyone does not like they’ll get thier hands chopped if caught in asia they have a bad reputation they have bad childhood and made them the way they are
Darlynne Xiong
he killed a man ad he ran out the door to the bank, he couldnt bvelive he just robbed someone he couldnt believe he was going to go to jail, how was he going to deal with this? his family would disown him and his friends would stop talking to him, his life was over. What would jail be like? Would he be hurt? Will he change? will he die in prison for his crimes that he had now commited? is was all just a long list of questions, that would remain unaswered.
nikki
Theifs are very mean. I mean who do they think they are stealing other people’s things? How rude! I don’t like them… They scare me. I’m always terrified I’ll get robbed, then what will I do?
Ellen
The thieves were young, wearing baggy clothes, and cocky. They stole the equipment in broad daylight while talking to us–the people they were stealing from–and when they took off, we shouted, and no one expected it. We hunted across campus for them. The President found one couple who had seen the thieves in Elmo pajamas, and noticing their suspicious behavior, they had taken a photo of the license plate of their truck.
he couldnt believe what he was seeing his friend was in the store stealing some gum he was a thief he looked around to see if anybody had seen what he had done the owner was tending to some customers but i had seen it and at first just stood there in shock
tammy
my word run like you stole something, sweet little misty-eyed burglar, or else they’ll ask you questions without question marks and elipseses like eclipses, rare and spittle-spattered in the interview room. Listen to me robber, you’ve got to see your woman, her cheeks are burning like fire.
Segurola
Angelica used fingers and toes to find the smallest crevice. She climbed steadily up the sheer face of the building under cover of darkness. Anyone below who glanced up in her direction would see only shadows and hear only silence. She wore all black. She had covered the soles of her shoes in felt so they would leave no mark and make no sound. Her midnight hair hung in a plait inside her clothes and next to her alabaster skin. She took great care to ensure that no trace would remain of her visit save the missing diamonds. After all, as a Master Thief, she had a reputation to protect.
Izolda
When I was a thief, I enjoyed the thrill of getting what I wanted. No one to tell me, “no,” or “stop.” I was unstoppable. But know that I know that I was wrong, I can’t help, but sit here in the dark and mourn.
Jazmine
someone steals. your heart, your possessions, your life. either way, you feel as if a part of you is now with that person. funny, that feeling is, not being able to go back to that constant. sometimes it’s a relief, or maybe it’s scary. i like to believe that the only things worth stealing in this world are hearts. i’m not sure whether anyone else thinks mine is worth stealing, though. and i suppose that’s the sad part.
i’ve thought that i’ve been one. i wish i wasn’t, but i am. i can’t help it it seems. i hope my friends can help me. i wish i could. help myself. slinking it the night aren’t the only type you know.
i like this word! though i always have trouble spelling it. I like the i and the e! the f throws me off though… it reminds me of a book! the book thief!…i think that’s the title…..yep! thief!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cara
You steal from me! That’s not good. That’s bad. It doesn’t belong to you so why would you take things from me. You are not a good person. I hope you feel bad. You made me sad because you took my things that did not belong to you. Shame on you. I hope you feel shame. You are not nice. Go die somewhere dark and scary. Rude.
Amanda
The thief stole my heart. He seperated me from everything I thought was real. I don’t want it back, thats his trick. I never want my heart back. i just want him back. He gets to keep what he stole and he leaves me having forgotten what it was he stole in the first place.
tori
She’s missing. Panic, frantic, I have to look for her, I have to find her. Here yesterday, gone today. Last I saw she was wearing a cap and gown, and now she’s gone. Someone took her, I know. Who? Time.
thief’s are really bad and they know how to steal. do not be friends with them.
ilker delen
i cant seem to find a one word anagram for “thief”. however i supposed you could split it into two words, if and the. this is the first time i have used this site. i wonder if all words are lavender colored.
f
the worst kind of thief steals the key to your house and locks the door after he’s done.
a bad person who steals. not very nice, likes things of value. hated. bulgarer. (sp?) hate him but sometimes i’d like to be one just to see and i want stuff. like books. i’d like a poodle to use as a gaurd dog, also because poodles are really cute and i want a dog. thief thief theif. zjodziey. i think that’s how you spell it in polish
Paulina
he stole my pen and drew on your face with it
it looked hilarious, to be honest
but that was a really nice pen
that jerk
The thief of the night. He comes to steal and destroy. To ruin morals and misguide hearts. To pervert the word of the true Savior. The thief is a copy-cat, he can only dream of pretending to be an angel of light, though he still cloaks himself in darkness.
Estie
There are many thieves in the world. People steal all the time. They even steal small things like pens from banks. It is not a good thing to be a thief and it is downright wrong. I would never steal anything. It is wrong and god will be upset.
Randa
this is a person who steals. I read a book call the book thief. I was one when I stole my sister’s camera out of her purse, and she did not notice. I then gave the camera back after being successful as a thief. I don’t like these people who thieve as a profession
Spike
Thief.
You liar, you cheat.
You’ve let me grow so close to you
Just to one day betray me.
You stole me away in the darkness of the night
My Innocence, it’s gone
you liar- you cheat
Thief.
Anonymous
The thief that stole my heart
He’s the one who I see every night
in my dreams, he haunts me, his memory, his scent,
I can’t detach myself
From that thief who stole my heart
Anonymous
Stealing Sarittes knife was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. Fuck my life. Fuck. I’m going to die a slow and painful death. Goodbye
she stole his heart. but i let it go. i guided him to her. i pushed him in her direction. and im paying the price. Fuck the world. It has no problem fucking me over.
She stole my heart in a way that only a thief could. It was the ultimate deception. How was I supposed to know when it was going to happen? How was there any way to avoid it? She just took it from me. I seek revenge but it is more disappointment in my revenge than it is actual vengeance.
in the house, there was a rat. there was a rat in a hat. he was hungry; he wanted food. into the fridge he went, scavenging for crumbs and anything he could get his little dirty paws on. then the mom of the house came in and squashed the little rodent thief to death. fin.
you stole me away from them, but then discarded me. it’s okay, I know i’m not worth as much as a precious jewel or a priceless painting, but i would have appreciated at least one moment of you appreciating me. one moment where i was the most beautiful thing that you had ever held or ever seen.
On the right was a thief who repented and gained everything. Across the gulf of eternity was another who held on to all his bitterness, pride, and misery.
I lurk in dark alleys….wait no, that is way too cliche. I sneak into your mind, I’m a distraction like tis website I guess and steal ideas and keep you from discovering them…..but then again, this could be a place to spread them?
a thief is someone who steals, sometimes with good reason, sometimes not. robbin hood – good reason! i suppose i would become a thief if i was absolutely desperate…but then again there is really no need with all the soup kitchens. so i suppose, theives are not always BAD people, they just have bad situations.
You are a thief! You stole my heart when I wasn’t looking! Now that you have it, why would I think that you would treat it with respect and care? I hope that some day I can figure out how to get it back. For some reason, I don’t trust you with my heart. I think you might have a collection of hearts that you play with for your own personal amusement.
there was this one thief, his name was Bob. He was very kind, even though he stole from people, which in retrospect, wasn’t very nice. Nonetheless, he was a good guy at his core. Just a wee bit misled. His girlfriend Sara was very pretty, and good-natured. She was always baking cookies for the children of the neighborhood and they were very nummy.
He is the thief that stole my heart. I know I dreamed that he would take it from me, but he actually carried out the task. Sadly, the heart he has now stolen does not seem to be a prized possession to him. I sit on his shelf, gathering dust, and all I want is to be paid attention to.
you stole what was never your and I am afraid that I’ll never get it back. my soul broke when you left because you left the parts of me that I never loved and took my pride and joy. You took and you left and I’m scared you’ll never come back, please don’t do me like that.
i steal everything i see if i like it ill take it it doesnt matter what it is it all depends on what it is and how hard it is to get the object if its to hard iid rather just walk away and save me the time and the trouble thats all it is sometimes its easy and sometimes its pretty difficult at times i feel guilty but i see it as its just taking for the less fortunite
A silent thief, so different from those who came before. He stole my heart. My soul fulfilled.
someone who steals someone in crime someone who will be punished someone who will be prosecuted someone who everyone does not like they’ll get thier hands chopped if caught in asia they have a bad reputation they have bad childhood and made them the way they are
he killed a man ad he ran out the door to the bank, he couldnt bvelive he just robbed someone he couldnt believe he was going to go to jail, how was he going to deal with this? his family would disown him and his friends would stop talking to him, his life was over. What would jail be like? Would he be hurt? Will he change? will he die in prison for his crimes that he had now commited? is was all just a long list of questions, that would remain unaswered.
Theifs are very mean. I mean who do they think they are stealing other people’s things? How rude! I don’t like them… They scare me. I’m always terrified I’ll get robbed, then what will I do?
The thieves were young, wearing baggy clothes, and cocky. They stole the equipment in broad daylight while talking to us–the people they were stealing from–and when they took off, we shouted, and no one expected it. We hunted across campus for them. The President found one couple who had seen the thieves in Elmo pajamas, and noticing their suspicious behavior, they had taken a photo of the license plate of their truck.
he couldnt believe what he was seeing his friend was in the store stealing some gum he was a thief he looked around to see if anybody had seen what he had done the owner was tending to some customers but i had seen it and at first just stood there in shock
my word run like you stole something, sweet little misty-eyed burglar, or else they’ll ask you questions without question marks and elipseses like eclipses, rare and spittle-spattered in the interview room. Listen to me robber, you’ve got to see your woman, her cheeks are burning like fire.
Angelica used fingers and toes to find the smallest crevice. She climbed steadily up the sheer face of the building under cover of darkness. Anyone below who glanced up in her direction would see only shadows and hear only silence. She wore all black. She had covered the soles of her shoes in felt so they would leave no mark and make no sound. Her midnight hair hung in a plait inside her clothes and next to her alabaster skin. She took great care to ensure that no trace would remain of her visit save the missing diamonds. After all, as a Master Thief, she had a reputation to protect.
When I was a thief, I enjoyed the thrill of getting what I wanted. No one to tell me, “no,” or “stop.” I was unstoppable. But know that I know that I was wrong, I can’t help, but sit here in the dark and mourn.
someone steals. your heart, your possessions, your life. either way, you feel as if a part of you is now with that person. funny, that feeling is, not being able to go back to that constant. sometimes it’s a relief, or maybe it’s scary. i like to believe that the only things worth stealing in this world are hearts. i’m not sure whether anyone else thinks mine is worth stealing, though. and i suppose that’s the sad part.
thiefs may steal your stuff. be carefull
i’ve thought that i’ve been one. i wish i wasn’t, but i am. i can’t help it it seems. i hope my friends can help me. i wish i could. help myself. slinking it the night aren’t the only type you know.
i like this word! though i always have trouble spelling it. I like the i and the e! the f throws me off though… it reminds me of a book! the book thief!…i think that’s the title…..yep! thief!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You steal from me! That’s not good. That’s bad. It doesn’t belong to you so why would you take things from me. You are not a good person. I hope you feel bad. You made me sad because you took my things that did not belong to you. Shame on you. I hope you feel shame. You are not nice. Go die somewhere dark and scary. Rude.
The thief stole my heart. He seperated me from everything I thought was real. I don’t want it back, thats his trick. I never want my heart back. i just want him back. He gets to keep what he stole and he leaves me having forgotten what it was he stole in the first place.
She’s missing. Panic, frantic, I have to look for her, I have to find her. Here yesterday, gone today. Last I saw she was wearing a cap and gown, and now she’s gone. Someone took her, I know. Who? Time.
Thief in the night
Stealing the children’s
Innocence
Hiding under the bed,
In the closest,
In their heads.
Steal, steal, steal
Away..
thief’s are really bad and they know how to steal. do not be friends with them.
i cant seem to find a one word anagram for “thief”. however i supposed you could split it into two words, if and the. this is the first time i have used this site. i wonder if all words are lavender colored.
the worst kind of thief steals the key to your house and locks the door after he’s done.
a bad person who steals. not very nice, likes things of value. hated. bulgarer. (sp?) hate him but sometimes i’d like to be one just to see and i want stuff. like books. i’d like a poodle to use as a gaurd dog, also because poodles are really cute and i want a dog. thief thief theif. zjodziey. i think that’s how you spell it in polish
he stole my pen and drew on your face with it
it looked hilarious, to be honest
but that was a really nice pen
that jerk
he still hasn’t given it back
The thief of the night. He comes to steal and destroy. To ruin morals and misguide hearts. To pervert the word of the true Savior. The thief is a copy-cat, he can only dream of pretending to be an angel of light, though he still cloaks himself in darkness.
There are many thieves in the world. People steal all the time. They even steal small things like pens from banks. It is not a good thing to be a thief and it is downright wrong. I would never steal anything. It is wrong and god will be upset.
this is a person who steals. I read a book call the book thief. I was one when I stole my sister’s camera out of her purse, and she did not notice. I then gave the camera back after being successful as a thief. I don’t like these people who thieve as a profession
Thief.
You liar, you cheat.
You’ve let me grow so close to you
Just to one day betray me.
You stole me away in the darkness of the night
My Innocence, it’s gone
you liar- you cheat
Thief.
The thief that stole my heart
He’s the one who I see every night
in my dreams, he haunts me, his memory, his scent,
I can’t detach myself
From that thief who stole my heart
Stealing Sarittes knife was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. Fuck my life. Fuck. I’m going to die a slow and painful death. Goodbye