“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.

Sleepy-Time tea
wrapped in blankets
slumber in peace

Post-apocalyptic talk has me scared
That World War III is coming
And that trees
will look like mushrooms in the breeze

It feels like the more I know you the more I know myself. That shows the beauty of love. I find all my hidden secrets in your abysmal heart. Each and every beat whispering to me "Rest, You're at home now".