I looked into your eyes
And fell into your arms
So sweetly dying
From all your charms
Slay me with your touch
Murder me with your eyes
Killed by a kiss
Because only angels fly
Crashing into clouds
Heaven is no bound
To the high we get
Now crashing to the ground
Waving at St. Peter
As we go by again
Are we making saints jealous?
Could this be sin?
Well if it is, it’s okay
I’d gladly burn in hell
For this taste of heaven
I’ve died in since I fell
~Chrystal
Written on
December 8, 2008