Passion and Me
Im Astonishing.
Amazing.
Smart.
I might quit and take a break,
But I always come back,
Like a lost puppy on winter days.
Im tough
Or so I seem.
I can be your punching bag
When you're full of rage.
Empty out the hatred in your soul
Dump it out and split it up with me.
I live base on instinct
And traits
and feelings on what's right.
So yes, am used,
am alone half the time
But this fool's back you'll never meet.
Its called passion
Or an idiot's tale.
Its call astonishing, amazing,
Atrociously awesome,
Absent minded and absurd,
But it is also called me, myself, my passion and I.
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