Emotion has always dare me
To sip from the cup that's made of red wine
Before it starts running over
Whatsoever my mind is pegged
It gets too emotional
To a point it hardly concentrate
Mostly when it comes to admire the beauty of life
Whenever am parading on a new thought
Feelings troop uninvited
Knowing exactly what that eats my time
If its love then its joy overdose
Each time I end up tripping for the irrelevant
My journey I often multiply
My affairs taken to outside world
So my feelings could be widely noticed
Same thing that've always drive me nuts
Still makes me emaciate.
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