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Every thing I do is so twisted never new I could miss it.
I thought I was lost but now I'm found bound to the misery of a single mistress I call love.

She wrap's her chain around me bound and imprisoned in an eternal hearts war. In sight of an axis of power seemingly impossible to defeat overwhelming challenges and emotions
Govern my every move fighting with every hope of resistance against the fatal boundaries of a hairline so thin one underestimated interaction can fracture the resistance I hold within.

To give in to my heart is to break down a wall I raised to resist the onset of blows to the heart from the other side the changing of sides and the gathering of unstable feelings of love due to the perplexing hurt of distrust in my mates nature has lead me to challenge the chances of true love

"Weighing such matters in love challenge the willingness to go forward with such chances is ludicrous but its hard to overcome primal nature it has a prominent roll on life as we know it modern day life show's us that as we fall for a special someone we are more likely to be hurt or fall out of love thus
The war of the heart and the walls that form the boundary's and the chain that binds us to uphold are devotion to one another"

One stain on the never, ending matters of love. Some thing's are better left unsaid. jeremiah johnson