Feelings?

The feeling... a ramble of thoughts meshed into one.

the feeling that makes you warm inside on a winters cold
the feeling that bubbles over.

hide and seek is the game.
i guess what i like is what i can't have.

dark swirling ab is
light is at the end

why does it make me bubble with joy?
why must i have this?

questions run through my mind.

Picking peddle by peddle.

why must i be the flower

and him picking...

picking at my heart.