The first time I saw her,
I didn’t know myself.
I didn’t know what I was doing,
where I was going,
how I was living my life.
But the first time I saw her,
everything I had been through,
everything that had happened
suddenly never mattered.
I knew this would be different,
just after the first time I found myself
Falling,
Falling
into her beautiful eyes.
And the chains fell away from my broken heart,
a new passion leaking through the cracks
between the jagged pieces
so hastily placed back together.
A heart that failed to mend,
not ready for another passion,
not one so explosive,
yet it happened despite my best interests,
in the wake of a failed pursuit and the resulting loneliness,
and I drowned in the scent of her perfume
and the floods of feelings
that washed over me as I was
Falling,
Falling
into her beautiful eyes.
She captivated me with everything she was,
and like a prize fighter,
I was in for all ten rounds;
knocked backwards repeatedly by her smile,
avoiding the left hook that was her voice
and the uppercuts hidden in her beauty.
Mesmerized by a feeling straight from a movie,
I was in love instantly,
not that I could have controlled
my already feeble heart.
I put my defenses up,
if only to make sure
I didn’t lose control of everything,
but I felt the hard blows to my heart
and looked into her innocent stare as I was
Falling,
Falling
into her beautiful eyes again.
I wanted to invest everything into it
though there was the underlying feeling
that it was impossible for this to work.
But I fell hard for her nonetheless,
until it hurt to not be around her,
until I couldn’t control what I felt,
until I couldn’t control my heart.
and day after day I was left
Falling,
Falling
into her beautiful eyes
over and over again.
Failure could not keep me away,
and I was, I am a fool to let it be like that.
I had known from the start it wouldn’t work
but hope kept it alive,
just like every other time,
and just like every other time
my hope led to the destruction
of my still-weakened heart
and I crumbled completely.
Yet through the sadness,
through the loneliness
I was still left
Falling,
Falling
into her beautiful eyes.
I try to let her go.
I try to rebuild the wall
that she knocked down
with her amazing character.
I try to kill the passion myself
that I have developed for her.
but any progress I make
fades away with the wind
every time I see her,
and every time I’m paralyzed by the love,
and I can do nothing but keep
Falling,
Falling
into her beautiful eyes
again and again.
