To a Thief.

Were these not your words that I read, a poets thoughts or a stolen spread. My write, my thoughts, my struggles, my past, written for others to read or stolen for others laughs. A rhyme brought together by the pain in side, you stole the emotions I cried. Gone are the thoughts of some day, mirrored by the stupid game you played. I found a site that put my mind at ease, I thought this site was my destiny. It`s true ....the words are all we see, what put them together ...life's sobriety . Now in your pages with others believing there yours, you didn`t fill the pain you didn`t unlock these doors. So to you a write ....Thief of words thug on a site, take this poem and let your craft take flight, the words you stole were some ones write. tell the others this was your poem you wrote last night, and when your praised hold back remorse with all your might, let them believe your this bright, and deep down you know you were not right, for a poem is felt and in a poets heart it`s held tight, to let it out and put it in others sight, takes a lot of courage to bring it to light, so thief take it without a care and let the guilt be your fight.