I met this girl.
And I fell in love,
But did she fall?
It's like being scared of heights
And looking down from the empire state building.
I constantly wonder
If she fell too
If she feels this too
Does she even need me too.
The thoughts swirl around in my head
But when it hits me.
The breath leaves my lungs.
Most things that fall break.
I wish I could be like the leaves
Mellow and happy.
They don't break when the fall and hit the ground.
So why do I..