Coursing through your veins like a river
pounding against your head like a prisoner trying to escape
looking for something that's lost forever
Trying to not retreat
feeling lost in a maze
only seeing a haze
not understanding
never fulfilling
feeling.
A hug for the homeless
A kiss for the king
but sir, does that mean anything?
A punch to the bully
A fall for a friend
does it ever really end?
Do we really feel these feelings for other people?
or do we only do so,
to relinquish our own guilt
to have our own feelings?
or start anothers?
to feel our own feelings?
or feel someone else's?