Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Love Hater
The grunt of redemption
Is venom to my muscles.
I freeze, square in appearance
But stern in thought.
Heart giving out, my endurance
Wanes and I'm no longer
Rough around the edges.
So tough to chew through the
Handsome fat of your lie-laced promises.
Though defined as perfect,
I find you nauseating.
I can only taunt for so long,
Glad to have thrown away the svelte
Fool who swore deep adoration to me.
A mere tool in a belt, a dime a dozen.
Worthless.
I grip my common sense and walk away.
This is a competition I gladly lose,
As I slam my fist into morose meaning.
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Is venom to my muscles.
I freeze, square in appearance
But stern in thought.
Heart giving out, my endurance
Wanes and I'm no longer
Rough around the edges.
So tough to chew through the
Handsome fat of your lie-laced promises.
Though defined as perfect,
I find you nauseating.
I can only taunt for so long,
Glad to have thrown away the svelte
Fool who swore deep adoration to me.
A mere tool in a belt, a dime a dozen.
Worthless.
I grip my common sense and walk away.
This is a competition I gladly lose,
As I slam my fist into morose meaning.
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