Monday, February 23, 2009

Rhyme

I tell you
not to worry
I ask you not to lie
It won't hurt if you're truthful
and look me in the eye
I want the scar
well covered
A little to the right
The worst of it is over
I won't put up a fight
When the needle
enters
and draws up my life inside
I won't think any less of you
I won't even as I die.