Bad Thief

This is a true story. Generally, the way it always goes. If you've ever tried something, and not been very good at it.


Bad Thief

I stole someone’s pen
To empty my head
Of its thoughts

I stole everything in the world
But, my girl, you’re still
The only thing I really want

I stole a bad line or two
I swear I meant them
When I said them to you

I stole an angels wings
They molted at my touch
They didn’t fly or do anything

I stole the launch codes for the bomb
But just like it always goes
Lost them after not very long

I stole the shine from the sun
In a brief moment when I forgot
That I like it all dim

I stole the purr from a cat
But there wasn’t really much
I could do with that

I once stole the smile from your face
And I’ve been trying my damnedest
To put it back ever since

I stole the feather from a bird
Dipped it in ink and wrote
Over and over again just one word

Then I tried to take control
It can’t be stolen
If it can’t be owned

I stole a kiss, but it was from her
Got caught, sent to prison for life
But it was worth it

Sonny Giordano, Valentine Media(c), 2010