I`m falling for her, that I know
ever since I saw her go
swishing that long golden hair,
cast me a glance, I had to stare.
Open mouthed and goggle eyed
taken completely by surprise.
Such a vision, my heart lept
since then I have hardly slept.
If I do dream its of sky
flying swiftly and up high.
When my wings fold I crash down
land on unforgiving ground.
Today she once again came by
on the arm of a big guy.
Oh Eros with your Cupid`s bow
my heart`s broken with one blow.
Author notes
Pure imagination these days.
A contest entry
- Why do they call it falling when it feels like flying? by brightXdarkness.
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