LOST AND FOUND
There are wars that you fight and struggle to win and there are wars that you fight with ease and victory stays certain but this isn't one of them, as victory on my side is defeat to us and letting you win means i lose you we fight and we fight yet we would not end because we neither hope for a winner or a loser this battle has taking all i have, struggling and struggling over the unending i don't wanna lose you yet having you is a possession i can't afford and when ever i run away, i moon run straight into you the hardest thing seems to be the only right thing for me i guess there are certain people you keep coming back to no matter how much they hurt you, they seem to be your only joy looking and searching for another that would have your heart yet it must first be stolen from the one who holds your heart real close to theirs trust me, i know, i understand but i must fight to my last breathe as this painful joy is all i have to fight for ...