I laid my heart on a pillow of hope and woke up on to sheets stained with pain. I can't really blame anyone because everything that happen was as vivid as the light of day. Armed with the optimism militia i went to war hoping to capture the hands of fate but i lost, and in doing so lost all. What exactly was the at steak, i don't know, i just knew that the lost was unaffordable. why, i rhetorically asked myself. what is it about her that is worth not losing? Well i have waved the flag of surrender, and there is a load of pain to bare.
