Passion



I won't cry at a chick flick

The "emotional" plots don't stick

Yet I cry when someone talks about the stage

And my heart fills with passion and a good kind of rage

You talk about tragedy in the world and I don't shed a tear

But when someone talks so passionate about music and drama

I weep with every word I hear

I don't understand why my emotional trigger is pulled when I
hear about someone's love for the arts

Am I the only one who is filled with a good longing for this
in there heart?

You ask me why I cry at such "weird things"

But Waterfalls escape from my eyes when I hear the passion
when someone sings

You want to know why, when I hear about troubles my eyes
stay dry

You say I waist my emotion on the unimportant, and that I
wasted a good cry

You state that my heart is too rough

But really its you who wastes there tears on this random
stuff

My heart is the one who has found its place

It knows what makes it tick and what will really make it
pace

And I love the fact that it isn't the stupid girly things
that make me teary eyed

But it's my one and only passion that will always make me
sigh


An original by: Dakota Sky**