Thief

if i could steal and live to tell
the tale, believe me i would
i would take your poetry
claim your words, steal your fame
and put in in my web domain
that's what it's called right?

if i could write as well as you
and put feelings into words just like you
and make a heartless woman cry
just by reading twenty lines
i could explain my feelings
without all these revealing
letters, all put into a cage
of a word, just like my rage

if i could be like a mix & match outfit
that toddlers wear when their mom's forget
to dress them, i'd wear your talent
his irrelevant passion
and her compassionate gestures
to the beggars of those of us
with bodies of rust, and our voices are raw
so i'll steal your flaws too
because errors are better than being just you
i'll steal your perfection and make it all mine
and end the rejection i feel all the time