Author's Note: Um. No reason to really talk about this one Not my best, I'm pretty much in denial about things going on, and this is my response...At any rate, R&R me, I'll R&R you. Thanks. --Pammy---

"It's not a love poem"

It's not a love poem

It's a dream

That I really need to wake up from

Yes, it's imaginary

I'm simply imagining

The way I feel when your hair falls into your eyes

Simply pretending

I'm jealous of all the people that you like

Only acting

like my legs are shaking

Once I wake up, I know they'll stop moving

My stomach's not really hitting the ground

My head's not really spinning around

Replaying anything you've ever said

I'm not really thinking of what you're up to

Wondering if you think it's cooler than me

None of this is really happening

And the way I melt at the thought of you

Is actually in reality chilling

Because it's not really there

And I've got no love to spare

Please, trust me, I'm dreaming

Yes, I'm not really fascinated

By every move you make

And I'm not really walking

Retracing all the steps you take

Why? Because I'm dreaming

I'm in the Twilight Zone

I know I'm pretending, I must be acting

Or this might just be a love poem.