Falling, falling, falling.
falling deep down into the abyss
of colors, bright lights, happy feelings.
heading for god knows what
as you get that feeling of curiosity
and feel the lips on your face
curve upwards, creating what we like to call
a smile.
anxious nights soon come along
as you toss and turn in your bed
with the image of their face
taking over your mind.
endless nights and constant daydreams occupy
your brain on two occasions;
night and day.
whatever decision that you made
you somehow may have found yourself
standing there alone,
feeling the end result of what could have been love.
tears making its way down your face
and you found yourself falling down, down, down.
as you hit the floor you feel your heart
drowning in agony
and you start to think to yourself,
"that's why they call it a CRUSH."
