November 18, 2013

Monster

Follow your heart, they said.
I make a move, I do.
All bad things, all of them, they whispered.
They make me think,
"Why do I need to listen to them in the first place?"
You will this, you will that, they said.
They won't stop.
This monster won't stop whispering.
I told you, I shouldn't have follow my heart.
I shouldn't have. 

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