Someone once told me that I'm "too intense"
It sounded like an accusation
But I'd like to think it is a great bliss
To feel everything so deeply
People like to blame it on the stars
The alignment of Venus and Mars and
How long one's been kissed by the sun at birth
It all makes up the tragedy and mirth
One carries in their soul
Perhaps it was a rainy day when I was born
November sky aghast and forlorn
But I don't dislike it
Wearing my emotions as an armor
My words as a lance
I would dance in the rain
And pat all the scorpions.
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