KnifeA Poem by Ryan Falzon - TymonPoem about a scarred girl.One on her back,One strapped to the knee One in a holster,One between her breasts These are where the knives rest. Trained from birth to play with this toy, She loves it as any boy Each one is given a name, to her, it's just a game. One in her hair,One in her shoe One Under the sleeve,One in her grasp She smiles as her enemies gasp. Bound by an oath to protect and be kind The boy with braids with an impressive mind. Defended him from foes always with glee Even if they are from her own tree. Long, Short, sharp and blunt She has of every shape and size, You'll never know which will rise. Covered in Scars which hold her sanity, Her only living tie to reality. As the scars have been her life, Once removed all is left is her knife.
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Added on May 23, 2010Last Updated on May 24, 2010 AuthorRyan Falzon - TymonMaltaAboutYou wish to know more about me? You want to see what I see? Then listen to the words I write. With them I will give you my sight. I'm a thinker in my time. Making everything rhyme. Wondering w.. more..Writing
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