Emotional fortress built with broken stones,
Battle ram rushing a chill down my bones.
Forecast rain and mist,
Cutting down my sight,
Loud cries followed by their echoes,
On this battlefield of love.
Throwing spears and arrows,
Shaped as yelled sentences,
Directed at my heart,
Even the quiet whispers are able to do their part.
As the gates came crushing,
You just stood still.
Saw what was inside,
Witnessed the terror within,
Giving up the fight,
Ending it with one touch.
Our shields were thrown away,
Your ships were waiting at bay,
As tears fall on your face,
I stand broken.
This short war,
Lasted an eternity,
Although no casualties,
We mourn as if it were millions.
Love is gone,
Yet death is missing.
It is over,
Yet we are both hurting.
Saying we are happy during our breakdowns,
I try to hide it,
But I will always love you
