But...
The thermometer say 75,
But the chills down my spine say 40.
The clock says 7pm,
But surely it must be closer to midnight.
My head says it's over and better,
But my heart cried out in anguish.
I tell my friends it's allergies,
But my eyes are red from tears.
I tell myself I'm over you,
But my emotions tell me I'm still in love.
I talk like I never want to see you again,
But in my dreams you're holding me in your arms.
On the outside I look like I'm moving on,
But inside I'm pleading to go back.
I say I'm ok,
But really I'm dying.
~Shana~
May 9th, 2001
