Fine

by Anonymous

Whenever people ask me,
How am I,
I always end up saying
FINE.
But the truth is I'm not.
I'm not fine.
I'm worse than fine,
and fine is horrible.
I want to feel great,
and i can only feel that when I'm with you.
But ever since you're not here,
Fine is all I feel.
I want to feel you.
You hand in mine,
Your arm around my waist,
Your sweet lips caressing my own.
But you're gone.
All you'll ever be is gone,
and all I'll ever be is
Fine.