I Stole These Words

I stole my words from yours in time a crumpled cry, distinct from mine Defined the sounds in rounded stride as seen by us, and timeless bound Created days, still loosely wound, freely defined and faintly crowned and craved by some, and stained as us… so all depart, and hours bind Rose to state that stains are timed relations stay, when hearts can't find Constrains our sounds as one for us and truth and hearts retract around, to find me blindly, and crippled charmed Behind my heart, so truly defined