Special Someone

Fellings I had for someone when I was a teenager.

It's cold outside, and once again I am writing. Can I truly describe my feelings? The answer: "Probably not". Damn, the feelings and thoughts that well up inside me like hot springs; yet the words are foreboding to this paper. Is it really that girl I care about? Or is it love instead? Well I think it is love. Everyone has a soul; yet at times mine is as barren and lonely as a wasteland. My heart feels like a war torn battle field. I need to find that special someone to fill my barren soul and heal my heart. I feel like a horse without its' pasture or a stallion without its' mase.