My emotions is like a open book on desk full of nothings. You can always peek inside and tell what is going on with me from he first word.
Being an emotional being has caused me to experience many emotions.
One day my emotions are up, the next day it's down.
My emotions can flare like so because it keeps me company.
I have made my emotions my friend.
"Your emotions will be the death of you." They say.
Well I have died to my emotions, it is all that I have.
My emotions are like a boiling pot on a hot stove. You can always take the spoon and know what is happening by the first sip.
My emotions clothe me in my favorite dress, nonchalance.
My emotions beautify me with a straight face.
My emotions add monotony to my voice.
It chases away the loneliness and soothes me and consoles me.
Yes, I repeat my emotions is my friend.
They say my emotions will be the death of me.
I say that I have died to my emotions.
