Midnight Bandit Poeit


My heart you broke it,
You stole it,
like the midnight bandit poet,
I'da loned it,
I coulda phoned it,
now I'll never know it.
My soul was whole,
until that too you stole.
It's what I had at night,
my friend, she would always hold me so tight
till you took it,
oh and look it.
No soul...
I had a mind at one time
till you cracked it.
You went and wrecked it.
I couldn't take it anymore...
oh look away you sore.
I'll see me no more.

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