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Complicated, impatient and even a bit** at times,
Misunderstood passion and these are my crimes?
No one knows me...not even myself.
It's sad, I know this..trust me I know this.
Everlasting emptiness longing to be filled,
There's so much torture in this head of mine!
In my heart there is pain that begs for a cure;
A cure of a love that's patient...kind and pure.
Misunderstood passion, misunderstood anger,
Complicated emotions fill my head with laughter.
Sadness...love...is it love? Confusion settles in...confusion pours out.
Misunderstood passion mistaken for welcomed drama.
Passion; that is what I possess, the drama simply follows.
Misunderstood passion pounds from within my heart,
My love for friends family & my one and only,transcends through sole
ownership.
Their worries are mine...Their heartache is mine...
Their happiness is mine.I share their thoughts, feelings and dreams; they
ARE mine.
So here I stand accused. My crime?Misunderstood passions.
My sentence?Life ----- In a state of confusion.
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