Passion
Passion
A strong liking or desire for a devotion to some activity, object.
Passion is a strong word that can easily be broken and thrown out the window.
I feel passion everyday I come to school,
I look in his eyes and I question is this passion, love or is this possibly a strong friendship growing to be passionate?
I used to think it would be hard to feel passion like I once felt… But what happens now that I don’t think that,
What happens now if I think this passion I have is stronger?
This feeling of passion is strong and bold and it’s taking its grip while I’m grabbing on to hold,
. I don’t ever won’t to let go and feel that feeling of ever being alone,
I think of him in the morning, in the night, most of all when I am alone wishing for my passion to comfort and stay by my side,
My passion is what keeps me up,
If I didn’t have passion id say everyday I had bad luck,
He makes me happy,
He makes me feel good,
He makes me special,
He lets me know he cares. Most of all he makes me laugh and feel comfortable.
It’s like he’s the apple of my eye,
I hold this strong desire to always be by his side ready to ride,
He is the person I go to confide. He is my passion for being here today,
He is …… passion.
April
2 Comments to “Passion”
jessica (March 4, 2010 at 8:00 AM)
i like your poem. it is very cheesy ahhh im tellinng boyd jk lol. love you sista 4rm anotha case worka
stefany (March 4, 2010 at 8:11 AM)
you feel exactlly how i feel if i didn't meet him i don't know if i would ever feel like i do with anyone its a good feeling lets me know i still can
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