Battles

Why.

Why do we fall in love if we know nothing is going to become of it. Why on earth do we let this sickening emotion take control of what we have to offer.

Why do we let this bastardize heart tell us what to do?!?!

I'm blinded by this think fog of things that I can't have, and things that I want. And I'm letting my heart with it's many pieces guide the way.

It's glass hands cut at mine as we stroll down this freeway of nails and splinters and I can't even get you to look at my way, unless I do something foolish.

I stayed up when no one else would. I'll listen to your laughter for a thousand times over and it will still sound new and beautiful.

Don't give up hope and don't give up faith. My heart tells me this as I puts another stone in my shoe.

Hope and faith are things I lost a long time ago. But you bring them along. And I'll buy them for any price that you may be selling them at. $1, $10, $100. I don't care.

I want it back in my life.

Add I thought that you would give it to me. But my heart deceived me back into the fog.