An emotions moves us

To cause and an action

Tell the butterfly to stuff

Its self and curb

A reaction

Because to insist and insinuate

A new thing that we create

Is to say that we’ve dried and worn the

Conventions of our old palate

My emotion

Is a stubborn, old

Bull chasing red

Rage and grief and sadness

Happiness, joy

We hold on to until we’re dead

Because the idiot and the scholar

One of which is well read

Will tell us that we live because

We dream the same in different beds

My emotions is an elder witch

Brewing potions in a cauldron

Who curses the rain

My emotion is an old dog

Cuddled on my/your lap

That we’d bawl with

My emotion is a ceremony

Celebration and a thanks

An appreciation of the very reason

You/and I would ever create,

So thank you, to the prompt,

The creator, and this app,

Thank you to who created

You, this or that,

Thank you to the reason why the way I

Feel the way I do

Thank you to the reason

Compassion isn’t lost

Between me or you

The rain will ask again,

Leave a knock upon your roof

Tell it your alive

By the emotion that you choose.

**_By WriteGuy1._**