Sometimes we, I mean I not thee.

Would like to steal 

The odd word or verse away.

Some may say 

Wish I could write like you,

Sometimes I wish that too.

Isn't that the dream's of avarice,

To be what we want others to see.

Afrodite stathi wrote just a few,

One of her poems in my mind.

Two lines set my thoughts free.

It's six o'clock and I am still a rock,

Swimming in a sea of desperation.

I know I can say this as a friend,

Taken from her poem, DEAD END. 

To use it I'd have no hesitation,

I feel like I'm with her drifting in a dream.

Floating in that sea of desperation,

Almost as though I'm cursed,

Traveling round some parallel universe.

 There are many others of cause,

But to use some others without permission;

Would be like flogging a dead horse.