Woorden: Quix*o*tic. A Premonition Or The Reason.

can you feel the blood rise to you face?
Your face is so clean i want to knock you out and tell you not to leave
mesmerizing sweetness cannot stop underlying pangs
that nothing is for real
and something is concealed
a premonition or the reason
over and over again i choke on your words
do you know why?
what are the intentions of affecting a sense of trust
and nothing can put you out like words of love
please don't wipe my tears
don't put these sobs away
i'm waiting for you to say
your never coming back someday