Still searching for the one thing that will sweep u off ur feet, and into my arms.

Bring on the butterflies! and let them sweep you off your feet.

Im not a poet,
and this isn't art,
this is a sharpened pencil;
and a broken heart.

There is no lack of passion
feel like i'm gonna combust
spread these ashes across the room
turn myself back to dust

Him: Have you ever fallen for someone?

Her: Not hard, just crushes. You?

Him: No, I'm not falling. You're dragging me down.