Emotions: pages of a book being Changed without being read/or glanced at, filled with depth that could make someone whole/if that someone wanted to be whole.
Emotions: something I force behind clouds like closet doors, all the seasons in me (anger of summer heat, the sadness of spring rain, but they say tears are cleansing water & who doesn't feel better after a good cry, walls/the separation of winter, with all the colorful personality of fall) but with the indecisiveness of mother nature, unsure of if I should trust you with my emotions, worried about if I drop a bomb shell on you that you weren't prepared for. Unlike the weather, there are no forecasts you can prepare for me.
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