My Tongue's The Only Muscle On My Body That Works Harder Than My Heart

My tongues's the only muscle on my body

that works harder than my heart.

But your words are the ones which are

eating me up and apart.

Sometimes clichés are what they are for a reason

and that's what I've found with you.

Sometimes it's hard to find a truth you can trust

when you're words show you up for a fool.

Well I've sent my words like arrows to wound-

Your words are more like slow poison.

And my heart can't keep up with the feelings I shoot

from my mouth with hardly a reason.

But when we hate each other so close to the end

and anger burns fire in your eyes;

remember that feelings don't have a muscle,

but if they did it would hold you so tight.

The End

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