Waterloo

I lost my world when I lost this war
Like Napoleon on the Battle of Waterloo.

I lost everything when I lost my love
Like Napoleon on the Battle of Waterloo.

I lost myself.  I lost my pride.
Like Napoleon on the Battle of Waterloo.

I got hurt.  I cried.
Like Napoleon on the Battle of Waterloo.

Every stab left a deep wound.
A deep wound. An open wound.
Call of Arms would be the last call.
I made the last call.
I lose.  I’ve lost.  And I’ll always be.
Victory seemed to be lost at sea
Every bullet left a mark,
every cut, throughly bled
Then left nothing to be said

I threw myself in isolation
I made myself an island
I think I died in desperation
Like Napoleon after the Waterloo.

Published by: nuthin2say

This is the blog of a person who has been won, defeated, won again.. Because life is just like that. Jamie, aka nuthin2say, is a pseudonym. She can be found in other places in the internet, using the online name jhamiefloatie. Her thoughts spewed words that created this blog. This contained her frustrations and victories towards her journey through life. This blog was born circa 2008. Most of the posts are from her teenage years.

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