If only plagiarism didn’t exist, I’d take all his words and make them mine.
Rewrite everything his hand has ever scribbled upon my soul.
I’d take music and turn it into a modern love letter. Embedding my feelings in your mind and engraving my love on your heart.
If only plagiarism didn’t exist, I’d borrow myself his thoughts, bedazzl them with my ideas and bring you to your knees.
Have you feel the world move around you. Have you thinking that it’s you and I against the world.
If plagiarism didn’t exist, I’d study his words to make them mine. I’d scribble onto sticky-notes my ideas, confessing my love for you.
I’d turn feelings into thoughts, emotions into ideas and mentals into heartbeats.
…but now plagiarism exists and using people’s sweat is a recorded crime so I’ll just look at you and hope that my eyes say it all when my smile fails to convince you.
Um’shelo so tough.