He whispers in Dutch on my radar for trouble.

I'm drowning in hopes made of pink fragile bubbles.

His voice – a reminder of all that I need.

A flowery fire awaits to be freed.

I knew you were leaving before I was told.

Your arms were around me. Your kisses were cold.

My skin is so lonesome and craves a relief.

You're growing inside me – my infinite grief...

Inhaling deceptions – delusional art. 

A misapprehension I’ll tear apart.

I knew you'd be gone in the blink of an eye –

a waste of my heart and a waste of my time.