I stole your  poem ..yes it's true
I didn't do it... to make you blue..
I didn't need your... broken words
although that may be...what you heard
The scattered thoughts....
you left undone...I tried to make them
become one.........and all
but they were so tattered..so torn asunder
was it worth the grief
I began to wonder
After all the wishy wash
from certain mish mash
I finally threw it........... all in the trash