The BattleField

Love is a complicated thing sometimes.
It's like a cereal box toy hard to find.
Your heart is a delicate device it's true.
And a pain in your butt when Cupid's arrow strikes you.
Then your whole world is turned upside down.
As you fall for the feelings of your true love found.
That's all ya think about it's on your mind.
24 - 7 gray matter puts ya in a bind.
But then it's all ok when you see her face.
Then you seem to live a life in a magic place.
And you can't seem to get things straight.
You can't talk to her so your forced to wait.
The only thing I can do for her is write a rhyme.
I'll get a chance with her when it's time.
But it seems to be so far away.
It gets tiresome waiting day after day.
But for now my feelings shall remain concealed.
'Cause its hit or miss when love is a battlefield.
Everybody gets in the way and I get confused.
The way i get to feeling I feel abused.
No one can tell me I was wrong.
Searching my heart for so long.
Heartache to heartache is where she stands.
Nothing coming, with no promises no demands.
Protectin' throughout life with a dangrous shield.
As her tears prove why love is a battlefield.