A piece of my busy mind

A piece of emotion,
Locked away deep inside,
Nowhere shall it go free,
Nowhere it shall be seen.

The line of pleasure,
The line of fantasies,
The thin line of tolerance,
The leeway I've provided.

A spark that spread fire,
So innocent so bare yet so powerful.
The reasoning of your explanations,
Bear no mercy no more.

I want you to burn,
Yet I can't see your pain,
I want you to go away,
Yet I can't stand alone.

I want you stay,
Yet I refuse to accept.
I want you to go,
Yet I didn't let go of my grip.

Why O why,
I wonder with no end,
It's so difficult to be sure,
I need to move on with no regrets.

Please oh Lord,
Show me some sign,
Who will be your choice,
For me to share my life with?

Tell me great Lord,
For only you know,
The carefully chosen one,
Picked and made for me.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts