Feelings are fickle
They are always changing
They come and go,
Like waves in the ocean.

They are up, and down
And they seem to be controlled
By some unseen forces,
That we don't understand.

Why do I feel the way I feel?
I am lost in thoughts,
My emotions wrestle with my wits
How did I get here?

Thoughts are fuel to feelings
My feelings are deep-seated and long-standing,
The flesh fumes in anger,
As your thoughts whisper to my heart.

Just wish we never met
I am on a crossed road
Enslaved by my emotion.