If only I was the center of me.
So I fell short; an approximate six feet from heaven.
And her eyes; like an idea to the most troubled student.
And it shot through me like water, leaving my heart over-saturated and frail.
Fight fire with fire; souls light up eyes.
But her legs were set to talk, and so her mouth fit to fasten.
And the heart of her made me want to freeze.

Or was it that if you swam, you'd be eaten?
And when you run out of bait?

And from then on I didn't feel it anymore, the entangled staircase from my head to my soul.