Born to immigrant parents from Turkey, this book consists of authors' witty and sometimes painful memories of growing up in Cairo during World War II, Israel's independen..
Stole the emotions from the page
Gave false intent
Set the fictional stage
Told the lies of the heart
Written just for another
Robbed and stole
To give to the other lover
Saw the words spelled the verbs had the nerve to share the thoughts from within another heart broken soft spoken had the merchandise cloaked in deceit the receipt stamped a smile across her face yet the guilt should eaten up the pen. Mighty strokes of the cerebral seduction the dance entranced the emotions traveled through the creation of a cheap imitation not worth the crime cheap pawn in the game along its still the same crept in sneaky catlike a burglar tricky picked the lock opened the door look inside for what was in store chose only the valuable things ransacked the heartstrings used the tools to pick the bank saw it around another’s neck my heart sank stolen in the middle of the night and plainly saw all my sentiments went very far this crook of wealth neat and stealth never original in emotional health felt the need to plagiarize in your eyes the truth being told In the mirror of your conscience put back what you stole….