Without His Trace
My soul turned cold as our eyes soon met,
I hadn't expected to have seen his face,
He always left without a trace,
There was something about him,
And not just his smile,
His devious ways,
Or maybe our connection,
There was something about him,
That drew all of my attention,
Maybe his secrets,
Maybe the lies,
I have no idea,
So I keep being silent,
One word escapes his colorful mouth,
But I just run away,
Because our connection was just to strong,
I soon just had to look from his face,
And from his dark, cool smile.
I hadn't expected to have seen his face,
He always left without a trace,
There was something about him,
And not just his smile,
His devious ways,
Or maybe our connection,
There was something about him,
That drew all of my attention,
Maybe his secrets,
Maybe the lies,
I have no idea,
So I keep being silent,
One word escapes his colorful mouth,
But I just run away,
Because our connection was just to strong,
I soon just had to look from his face,
And from his dark, cool smile.
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