When The Sky Fell
Loving was so inviting
Contricting and writhing
Arms open wide
As her heart tumbled from on high
As his voice choked the butterflies in her stomach
And killed her voice when she sung aching sonnets
Blushing with overwhelming love
Flying across the street with grace like a dove
Hoping she slips and falls on her kind robe
Blinding the wind with black blood
Her smile was wide; her visage could not hide
The angelic happiness present in her mind
Everything seems so different
When the world is inert and distant
When the daughter of vengeance casts a spell
And everyone experiences the love of Hell
That is when the sky fell
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