I stole another line from you
you absolved me of the first theft
said it wasn't stealing
but I shouldn't make a habit out of this
I need words of my own
only my thoughts are covered in tar
like yours lately
I try to draw a picture with words
but using the same crayon
can only go so far
so when you give me another color
unknowingly
the tar gets less sticky
the picture more vivid
words rearrange into lines
lines fall into place
I just might keep stealing
just a little
© coldscars