Not seeing him face to face, only seeing the bright blonde hair.
Sneaking around pickpocketing valuables from the rich.
Taking more to what's left of a human's soul.
Time, trust, happiness, love, and so on just to name a few.
Planning on how to get him back but, at what cost?
What else is there to take from someone when there is none left.
Falling for the same stunts time after time.
Catching him in the act to foil his schemes.
Slicker than grease and faster than lightning.
Seeing the wrong side of the right for once.
Eventually hitting lower than rock bottom.
Being desperate for a few cents or even shots.
About the Creator
Michael Armstrong
I am a 23-year-old dealing with a few mental issues and finding comfort in writing poetry. Poetry comes easy and I love to do free style sharing the experiences. I would love some feedback and if you have requests let me know.
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