Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
It Isn't Love
His love, as daft as child's play,
Scars the veins of my heart.
I expel him from my dreams,
Throw the beauty of him
In an unmarked grave and
Stab the knife in my belly.
Skewered and draining, I
Find memories in a dusty
Dresser, stale and raw.
The hours tick away, and
It isn't long till I've been
Dropped in that six foot hole.
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Scars the veins of my heart.
I expel him from my dreams,
Throw the beauty of him
In an unmarked grave and
Stab the knife in my belly.
Skewered and draining, I
Find memories in a dusty
Dresser, stale and raw.
The hours tick away, and
It isn't long till I've been
Dropped in that six foot hole.
9-23-10
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It Isn`t Love
It Isn`t Love