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your wish is my bullet in the head
I'm not your
knave
I'm not your
slave
I'm not your
knife
I'm not your
life
I'm not your
dirt
I'm not your
shirt
I'm not your
gun
I'm not your
fun
I'm not your
mountain
I'm not your
fountain
I'm not the words
to your poem
I'm not your empty
house or vacant
home
I'm not your days
gone by wasted
I'm not your food
salted, but untasted
I'm not the wars
fought in bed
but your wish is
my bullet in
the head
knave
I'm not your
slave
I'm not your
knife
I'm not your
life
I'm not your
dirt
I'm not your
shirt
I'm not your
gun
I'm not your
fun
I'm not your
mountain
I'm not your
fountain
I'm not the words
to your poem
I'm not your empty
house or vacant
home
I'm not your days
gone by wasted
I'm not your food
salted, but untasted
I'm not the wars
fought in bed
but your wish is
my bullet in
the head
Published 3rd Jun 2022
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3rd Jun 2022 3:50am
Dear BK,
I really dig the phrasing and rhyming of this piece. Straight forward yet, an element playfulness. Well done. H🌷
I really dig the phrasing and rhyming of this piece. Straight forward yet, an element playfulness. Well done. H🌷
13th Jul 2022 1:34am
11th Jul 2022 6:14pm
Powerful write bk. It reminds me of the Bullet in the Head short story by Tobias Wolff. The rhyme is outstanding from beginning to end.
Well done.
Well done.
13th Jul 2022 1:36am
Thank you, wally. I don't rhyme much, but in this case it seemed to work.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
