NARRAtiVE POEM

liES ABOUt lOVE
WE ARE A liARS,
BECAUSE tHE tRUtH Of yEStERDAy BECOMES A liE tOMORROW,
WHEREAS lEttERS ARE fiXED,
AND WE liVE By tHE lEttER Of tRUtH.
tHE lOVE i fEEl fOR My BOyfRiEND,
tHiS yEAR, iS DiffERENt fROM tHE lOVE i fElt lASt yEAR.
iF iT WERE NOT SO, iT WOUlD BE A liE.
yEt WE REitERAtE lOVE, lOVE, lOVE,
AS iF iT WERE A COiN WiTH A fiXED VAlUE
iNStEAD Of A flOWER tHE DiES
AND OPENS A DiffERENt BUD