The Brutal Robbery Poem by Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji

Should I call her a robber
Or maybe a smart lover
I think she's a work of art
With a sound skill for theft

She stole my heart
While my chest still pants
How she did it, I can't tell
How I still live, I can't say

You may find me dead
But, tell her I love her still
She stole from me
While my heart beats still
In her hands
Till I find that precious steel
Lucky hands do feel

Tell her to be careful with it
As I am never willing
To have my heart back
Or rather cracked
It is not a joke to say
I love Doreen for real.

©Onyedikachi: The Cub To The Seven Gods.