When I stole your thunder
I didn’t know
it would matter to you
since we always shared ideas
When I stole your thunder
I didn’t think
the gathering clouds of doubt
would come between us
When I stole your thunder,
I didn’t want
to wait to see
if you could tell the story right
When I stole your thunder,
I didn’t hear
your gasp over
the roar of laughter
The repetition in this poem is used to great effect! I love the way it builds.
I keep agreeing with Caitlin –– ! Another doozie of a good poem.