The  Open   Mic



"Love" Poems





  The Thief
  Porscha Shannon
  All this time I've been talking to you
  the thought never crossed my mind that you
  were a thief!
  I wondered why the girls would stare when
  I walked by.
  How could I have been so blind?
  You stole my heart staring deep into my eyes.
  Let me tell you this:
        My heart will be missed.
                                 Closed and sealed
                                        with a kiss!