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My Passion
If I were to tell you my passion
I would fail.
If I were to show you my passion
It would turn rain to hail.
Passion the word used to be the sum
The sum of all the feelings,
All the choices,
All that is a humans longing to live,
A life without passion is one set to give
up
I say fuck you when I'm angry
I say I love you when I'm infatuated
I say nothing to you when I'm thinking
in my head.
I sit down in silence but with each breath
the passion in my head assaults my resting body
My mind yearns for my body to show the world
My passion
My head is crumbling under the constant ricochet of
The bursting passion within
so I crumble
nothing new, the false grin still in place
as I leave, as I am alone.
the rain on my back gets colder
as it turns to hail,
I don't turn back.
MR.MR.H
20/10/2013
I would fail.
If I were to show you my passion
It would turn rain to hail.
Passion the word used to be the sum
The sum of all the feelings,
All the choices,
All that is a humans longing to live,
A life without passion is one set to give
up
I say fuck you when I'm angry
I say I love you when I'm infatuated
I say nothing to you when I'm thinking
in my head.
I sit down in silence but with each breath
the passion in my head assaults my resting body
My mind yearns for my body to show the world
My passion
My head is crumbling under the constant ricochet of
The bursting passion within
so I crumble
nothing new, the false grin still in place
as I leave, as I am alone.
the rain on my back gets colder
as it turns to hail,
I don't turn back.
MR.MR.H
20/10/2013
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