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the knight of wasted time.
to turn a phrase about you,
turns my stomach into knots.
to twist my pretty words around you,
sliding over your unworthy skin...
a ribbon of rhyme, in time
suffocating you as it makes its way,
hungry,
down your throat.
you are the knight of wasted time,
wielding your sword of weak excuses
and your shield of obligation,
which blinds you.
You'll never see me coming..
so wrapped up in yourself.
I'll end you quietly,
strangling you with
words left unsaid.
I want to break up with you
tomorrow, the fourteenth of February.
turns my stomach into knots.
to twist my pretty words around you,
sliding over your unworthy skin...
a ribbon of rhyme, in time
suffocating you as it makes its way,
hungry,
down your throat.
you are the knight of wasted time,
wielding your sword of weak excuses
and your shield of obligation,
which blinds you.
You'll never see me coming..
so wrapped up in yourself.
I'll end you quietly,
strangling you with
words left unsaid.
I want to break up with you
tomorrow, the fourteenth of February.
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