As if I had any words left to write,
Anything important left to say.
You stole all my thoughts
Still warm with breath
And made them your own.
You thief in the night,
You tongue twisting
Tale telling weaver
Of contorted views,
All your own.
I hope they see your side.
God knows you stole
All the right words
To build the scaffold
On which you stand.
Enjoy the breeze.
Watch your step.
It's a long drop.