A Visitor Never Forgotten

Passion is a foreign exchange student

In the boarding school of my mind

She danced through the gates

Swayed through the halls

Told me things

I'll always recall

 

Passion is the lover

That I feel like I've always known

It's the way that she gets me

All the way down to the bone

 

She laughs, she cries

She blossoms inside

And I hope that she'll never know despair

Never hurt beyond repair.

 

Passion is the flower

She tucks behind my ear

Passion knows no bounds

Always there to hear 

 

Her energy is limitless

Unlike her time 

Her laughter is the sweetest sound

One I hope she'll never repress.

 

Passion is the reason I live

In a world polluted and falling

Her arms became my home

Her voice my only calling

 

Passion is a foreign exchange student

In the boarding school of my mind.

I want her to stay 

Even though I know

She has to go away

For the summer

 

I know she'll go back

To the sweet serenity that is

Someone else's head

To someone happy instead

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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