passion

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**