Love, the Battlefield.
Fighting a losing battle
Pushing against the wind.
Mama always told me
T'will be worth it in the end.
Pressure building strong
and more words cutting deep.
Trying to prove the wrong
on the reasoning that be.
Lights fading, darkness falling
Words spoken as a must,
Problems jumping from behind
that were swept along with dust.
Approaching from a turn-style
keeping both feet standing strong
No doubt in my mind at all
That this had gone on far too long!
Reasoning aint easy
Parting ways just breaking hearts
Nothing can be justified
So I guess the end did start.
Love ending friendship breaking
but who was all to blame
was it you who never loved at all
but loved love as a game?
Copyright © Rebecca Treacy | Year Posted 2010
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