Emotions, you say my friend
Are weights that make you bend
Chains and blades that sever and rend
But here my friend I contend
For it is not so I comprehend
It is your cognition my friend
Your inability to let go and end
That has made chains and blades out of this sweetness I portend
I hope at you my friend, hope you have apprehend
For it's not too late to make you see an amend..
©shadownik
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