A city of suns burns my toung
Yup it does. Becoming happy
Full with a external, internal
Bliss.
Up down with a pain in my
Arms, exercise is my sounds,
Second to a higher one. Sit-Up;
Sit back down, stomach craving
More to say it doesnt, its
A sin; but sometimes i cant
Deliver that heartfelt sin.
Sweet drop, drop on a
Soil bed made out of a cerment
Trim, man i love a way this
Makes heel, feel and knowing
My body winning with its ever
Lasting steagth and speed.
Music build my adrinaline,
Dopamine storage, muscles
Subtracing but ressurcting
Even more then before, a
Long road, hard as it may be,
Its a good one to me, to gain
My god, nature given right,
To active a spartan hell of
A body.
I love exercising, when i dont
I fell naked with out it, fell
Like a lone loser. When i do
I regain my enegy fast and Just say; "im dogging it."
by
Angelposted on 04/14/2009