If love is a battlefield then I am surely laid open to the inflicted emotions of eveltioin to come to this conclusion.
I am but a woman they say a shell to fill.
Yet my soul is boundless and no matter there brow beaten ways I remember the old ways.
That I bring forth there bearn worlds a new name, a new face everytime I walk ,this battfield of broken glass.
I am the will that is to be reckoned with.
My will and...