Will.i.am H[e]artA Poem by SolidadAbout a man who ran the other way.
Sitting back,
waiting for the other shoe to drop. Lies and more mayhem. People wonder why you don't bother, with things like trust and love much anymore. They burn like battery acid, fill a once sound mind with doubt. Making you feel much like the word 'undone'. Tired of stumbling around in the dark, because you didn't have the courage to turn a light on and face what you've spent the last year of your life, circumventing. That doesn't make you stoic or brave it just makes you a procrastinator. But then again, who am I to make such observations? After all, you only let me hold you when no one is looking. © 2010 SolidadFeatured Review
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