Sappho couldn't write a poem
to match her beauty
I feel as hopeless as Helena
My Demetrius looks right through me
It's the silence before the crash
Einstein's theories proved that
The feeling of gravity ready to pull me
The floating while falling pulling against me
The butterflies inside are like the buzzing in my mind
They're flying but I'm falling
They make me feel
Weightless
I could fall for forever
But never feel like this
No falling could match it
the way she makes me feel inside
A heaven and hell in the same smile
A feeling I will always miss
Weightless
