My Favourite Feeling

Often many people will ask me
What is my favorite feeling?
is it joy, or love's modesty
Or that one day I will stop breathing?

Reflect; what is my favorite feeling?
Joy; the joy in seeing someone smiling?
Love; the sorrow in loosing pink passion?
Death; immortal self-hate dying?

No, I hate these luxuries we're given
I hate never spilling a distressful drop of pain
I detest that chocolate, red rose love will decease
And that my end could be keeping me sane.

I love feeling those around me,
I like meeting someone new, hearing them talk
I adore having food fights during lunch
And that there will always be someone wherever I walk.

Acceptance; listening, advice, to cheer me up
Help; that drop of pain, wiped from my eyes
Laugh; that buzz in your throat when words just falter
FRIENDS; those people you cannot live without.

No love, joy or death can rule
Over a group of supporting flowers
That blossom over hard times, sweet when sad
Those people you can talk to for hours and hours.

Just that one person... to cheer me up
Could stop me becoming a sinister being
One true friend, to dry my eyes
Well, that's my favorite feeling.