Stealing Poem

How can someone steal my thoughts;
And write them as their own?
I put my heart into all I write;
Into each and every poem.

When they steal the words that I write down;
They're taking a part of me.
Can't they see how wrong this is?
Are they too blind to see?

They take a little piece of my heart;
With every word they steal.
Is it becasue they have no thoughts;
Or maybe they can't feel?

Maybe someday they'll realize;
That everyone has a gift.
Just look inside and find your own;
Then other's, you won't need to lift!

I feel sorry for those that feel the need;
To steal my inner thoughts.
But in due time I'm sure they'll feel;
The "guilt" that God hath wrought!

© Betty Hawkins 2003
(All Rights Reserved)