The Bandit
wearing your black mask
i see now what you were hiding
the bandit came and stole my coin purse
with the ring from my great-grandmother inside it
a treasured heirloom entrusted to me
now disappears within the shadow of the thief
everything i had
everything i had left
when you took off your mask
i see now what you were hiding
inside true colors bleed darker than the stains from my past
you know what gun you pointed to my head
robbed of all my goods
empty on the shelf
will no one stop this thief
hoarding all that once had light
the bandit jumped to steal everything i had left
salvaged from what was already taken
witnessed by whom i had mistaken
hidden behind the shadow of the thief
inside true colors bleed darker than the stains from my past
you know what gun you pointed to my head
when you took off your mask
i see now what you were hiding
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Love “you know what gun you pointed to my head”.
Hmm, I might know the Bandit too.
Nice work. I’ve been looking at this for a while.