How could such a Beautiful Angel fall in such a way?
Free falling into a deep abyss of her angelic mind,
And becoming constrained to her thoughts and
Shackled in all of her loneliness.
Mirror Mirror on the wall,
You knock me down but still I crawl
I gaze into your empty light
Dark is day and day is night
Warm tears trickle down my face like a cold rain.
Mirrored glasses fog as they try to conceal my pain.
The hurt inside consumes me like a black hole.
Tearing up everything that crosses its event-horizon!
Look through your eyes at the World, what do you see?
Do you see skies of Blue and trees of Green?
Do you see a place full of happiness and full of peace?
... Take a look through my eyes and see what I see.
They are the kind of eyes that can pierce through the soul,
The kind you lock on to and never want to let go;
As if emerald and jade made sweet passionate love,
To produce that perfect shade of green that drives me crazy
Anytime I can catch just a quick glimpse of you,
My heart melts as the butterflies consume me.
I can't breathe nor swallow,
While I am lost in your natural beauty!
Lust and desire fill you all the way up.
As you lie on your back and slip off your pants,
Your eyes tell me of your Promiscuous intentions.
On your back, legs are spread.
My heart is a menagerie filled with Faberge Eggs.
Tired and Weak, Cracking at its edge.
Begging for your attention.
Starving for your love.
Sobbing for your happiness.
Thirsting for your lust.
Crazy is relative to the beholder—what you find Crazy I find—normal
Am I crazy for loving you the way I do—If so then put me in an institution—
Cause I would rather be crazy in love—than sane and not.
Baby—It takes millions of people to make this world—but only you to make—Mine—This heart of mine has grown so fond of you—am I Crazy in love? If so then lock me up—take my shoe laces—and prescribe me a lifetime of meds—