Fallen

Hate waiting to see her on the weekend

When I don’t see her, days go by so slow

She enters a room and my knees weaken

However when I’m with her the wind blows

I rarely look deeply into her eyes

So she may have mislead me in the past

Fallen into lust, Am I mesmerized?

Granted our fling can end in one quick flash

But that is the chance I’m willing to take

Because chances are kind of like pictures

And her lips are sweeter than the best cake

She and I may not be the best mixture

And yet in my eyes, she seems worth it all

I know that she will catch me if I fall