I will not tell a Lie

I

Tell you all

I may never tell a lie

But I will try my best to keep

Your secret for ever until I die

It might kill me in the end

But I promise you that

I shall hold it dear

To me till

The

End

Comes

And gets

Me with a

Swift hit in the

Back or maybe

I’ll be taken in my

Sleep like I was an angel from

Above and deserved to be taken like

One because all I did was keep your dirty

Little secret with me like a good friend always

Does for another friend so tell me why my friend?

Author's Note

this was a class assignment and the shape of the poem makes kind of a distorted sillowet and makes more sence after it's read. It might not make much sence to some people but it also looks the weapon used, not sure if to some it does it kind of takes the shape of what ever your thoughts make it look like.