With clouds in my head, caused by your levitating touch, it felt like I was flying.

But you let me fall, tumble down to the ground, and now I feel like dying.

When we first kissed, my head began to roar, and my heart start to soar.

If it wasn’t for those eyes, and I was a little more wise, I wouldn’t be down on the floor, battered and bruised to the core.

I looked at you in wonder, wanting to be this high forevermore, ignoring the feeling in my core, where the butterflies began to hover.

I watched your winged heart flutter, that’s when you began to mutter of soft landings in my mind, leaving me starry-eyed and blind.

I was falling with you, your hand in my hand.

My broken wings now tangled in vines, this was all by your design.