Though we are faithless, He is faithful. Though we change, He never will.
Sunday, November 22
the sweet defeat.
When defeat is inevitable, it is wisest to yield.
when love is forsaken, when rivalry sweet
has forgotten to warn you, knocks you off your feet,
nothing is ordered, it's not nice and neat,
it's like when your hot air and fantasy meet.
there's no need to get back up - please rest now! you're beat!
come on, why can't you just admit your defeat?
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