I am An Emotion Zealous

My heart is feeble,
weaker than the brown leaves that shed after spring.
I am a total mess,
shabbier than the color stains on an unwashed palate.
I am an unsolved puzzle,
a piece of me went missing never to be found again.
I am an endangered species,
the kind of me, I barely see around.
I am a survivor of the wreck,
the memories of sinking are drowning me deeper.
I am a secluded castle,
my desire for amity haunts others
I have become metamorphic,
altered by intense emotional pressures.
I am delicate pansy,
my skin burns on a sunny day,
and I get blown on a windy one.
I have been on the crest of joy,
everything else is a downhill
I have felt intense love,
hence, a casual fling is only pale enough.

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