In love the battles always choose a side.
So say the ones that have stubbornness inside.
Gains and loses materialize,
right before dieing eyes.
Even when no blood is shed.
When it's just words that spread.
A constant battering of conflicting lines.
Leaves...ONE...feeling hopeless and blind.
Belittled to the point of no return.
Love's battle no longer burns.
The side now chosen...it's no longer YOU.
Move on now...this one is through.
25 June 2008
© 2008 (All rights reserved)