Love is a battlefield

Love is a battlefield
Love is a battlefield and i'm a statistic a solider for love i have become this,Worn out and alone my heart is turning to stone.So i look for love in strangers faces all i get is question marks in their traces.Reaching out to the masses looking for warmth of loves embraces;cold shoulders freezes ,warm hearts hid behind cold dark fences ,Seeing love all around me it seems to fall right through my fingers falling to pieces.Tears forming deep within me trying not to show the scars that make me,smile and say hi to the strangers that pass by me wishing love was there to guide me ,why do i scare off those around me ? Am i showing the ugly inside me? Hiding the monster of wanting ,Self doubt is my closest friend now.Blinded by loves shining hope i hang my head in shame giving in to loneness that seems to be the only thing thats left for me,Swallowed by fates evil intentions a hopeless romantic a dinosaur living growing old alone and none to share life's smiles with.it seems that love is gone and hope stands alone,A solider for love in the battlefield of life ,just another statistic i stand alone