My Ode to her.

TrueBlueBruin78

I was just feeling a bit creative (or maybe it was the lack of oxygen), but I came up with this. Hope you all like it:

My ode to her....
She lives.
She breaths.
She is an entity onto herself.
She never lies.
She calls me on my ****.
She breaks me down; but I keep coming back.
She gives me strength when I am weak.
She transforms me into the person I want to be
...who is she?
She is my truth...
She is the gym.

robot_potato

The gym is a dirty *kitten*. All those other people, men and women in and out, all hours of the day and night. Yet everybody loves her.