Emotions are raw, Emotions are pure,
Emotions a disease, for which there’s no cure,
We use them in love; we use them in hate,
Not accepting the outcome, instead blaming on fate.

Emotions are love, Emotions are joy,
Emotions can break, like a discarded toy,
Emotions are anger, Emotions are fury,
Their venom explodes, like a page from a story.

Emotions are vast, yet also complex,
They confuse with their actions, be it kiss, curse or vex,
We take them for granted, we use them carefree,
We lock them away, and then let the world see.

We turn green with envy, when jealousy looms,
When love it appears, our heart loudly booms,
And when surely it does, as old anger arrives,
It brings pain and upset, as well as grief to our lives.

From earliest of days, our emotions we check,
If we give them free range, we become a right wreck,
When the mood hits us right, our emotions flow,
Just be careful of course, as to which ones you show.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation