Walking through the parking lot,
I feel my hair starting to curl

And it's like when I feel my core
Heat and warm my all,
Making my cheeks tingle and redden

When I think about you:
How I wish you'd slip your arms around my waist,
Your hands pressing on the small of my back,
Pulling me in close enough to feel your breath on my neck
Refreshing me and rejuvenating my soul
Like a breeze in a room full of stagnant air,

Pull back just an inch,
Look into my face and my soul,
Close your mossy eyes,
and kiss me.

The raindrops are small,
cold,
piercing like shrapnel-

I am caught in the crossfire of the war in my mind.