2/15/2004

I am emotion,
I am prone to hate.
I am hate,
But I can appreciate.
I appreciate,
Those who care.
I care,
But few choose to dare.
I dare,
To occasionally open this heart.
My heart,
Can't stand pressure on parts.
I'll close,
The window of opportunity.
I will miss it,
Time will pass me by.
I will avoid,
Things that make me cry.
I cry,
When the pain hurts.
I hurt,
When emotion begins to roll.
I will roll,
The dice once again.
I won't play,
I'll forfeit my turn due to strain.
I strain,
To stay in this life.
My life,
It passes me, waving bye.
I'll wave,
Wishing to jump on the ride.
I'll ride,
The tempest I'm on.
I'm on,
Waiting for it to be gone.