Emotions Can’t Always Be Chose By The Ever-Broken Heart

I am sadness.

A feeling that tears through your heart

Unexpected.

A guest, uninvited.

A feeling you can't choose,

Causing pain.

I am love.

A feeling that takes your heart,

And gives it away.

I don't ask permission.

I choose who.

I'm the King... or Queen of your heart.

When I die... Sadness takes my throne.

But I'm a feeling you can't choose.

I am me.

A body, a soul...

But not a heart.

I am not the pilot.

Just the embodiment.

My heart says where to go, what to do.

I can't refuse.

Love may come in, take the castle of my heart.

But soon it dies.

Sadness takes its throne.

And now I face each day,

Wondering when, where, how?

Will I ever love again?

Of course.

My heart is still there isn't it?

Of course... Its been ravaged by Love, Hate, Jealousy, Fear, Happiness, Sadness.

But it's still there.

Pieces missing. But there.

It amazes me how something so broken,

can rule over my mind.

My mind is whole.

Why is it so weak?

But still my heart always wins.

Always.

Kinda long. sorry 'bout that. but please review.

Thanks, love.