Sense of It

Watch my blinds as you turn the other way

I slip in time as night jumps into day

She looks as what to say

What you see is not sustained

All I know and you seem to drive a stake inside me

Fever climbs, you know it's true and tried

You lose all sense of it as your fear is fortified

Tell her to don't delay

High strung but it's okay

She might say that it's too bright white spot in your other eye