True Poem by Blake Val Noir

True



A bullet at shot,
A quiver a knot,
A killer a taker,
A wanter a maker,
My life, my time,
Here i whine,
In bed afraid,
I will con-cave,
A car a whistle,
A fish a missle,
Forever and not,
Wherever you've got,
Like me, like you,
A carer a sharer,
But......
Forever am true.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: truth
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