My Emotion has no word but a description.

I want to shout it, I want to show you it, I want you to know... but keeping it all back is a fair bit of hell, in a step to low, all i want to do is yell. The fire ive got in my heart, ready to be an art.

In time and large seconds, the feeling of it just there, its something to declare, a regret thy will forever never forget, a trust in need of comfort, like a grain of sand in the dessert, something we will remember till the times we see the abyss, a depth so large there is to our knowledge and memory, a plague of happiness, the positive massacre, as we all sacrifice something, to get a better result. a result so beautiful completely mis-understood, a being so fragile, her emotions are made of glass, her intimacy blown all over the grass, she has the brightest tunnel, it shines all the way to be wilfull, that is why, my emotions, are at the point of hysteria, a sight of limerence, a taste of compersion.