The Truth Of The Matter Is

The truth of the matter is 

There was no love to be found 

It was all a facade 

You cannot lift your feet off of solid ground 

Things were said that may have sounded good 

But, those words simply have no weight 

Leaving the situation idle 

Is just simply another way to procrastinate 

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