Question

Did I make it up,the story,inside my mind, ot this is true?
Am I acting in a worry, or we will last? I wish we do.
Does everything inside my mind pretend, or hurtful feelings right?
Sincere answer:yes and no, it maybe rainy, looks like snow,
Mixed up, confused, depressed and damned by stupid actions cruel slam.
Don`t see the exit from the stage, my feelings being outradged.
Talk to me, two heads together might predict correctly weather,
The forcast`s good, be happy , Gee, and don`t dissolve in nostalgi.


Histerical cry over stupid straight words,
Written in vain, dispair`s damn cords,
Too deep in my heart, can`t ever be smart,
Too painful to stop, big tears drop and drop,
Calm down, high fever- a sign of the sickness, my friend,
An abandonence- salty deep river, small boat inside it- broken duet.
Forgive me, my baby, for going crazy, it isn`t your fault in any small way,
White-yelloish summer guessing fresh dazzy will tell me your secret for sure today.

Blushed pinkish face in the mids of the days,
Teenager`s crazyness,knotted curved ways,
Shame under skin, marvellous dream,
Current through chest,morden spring vest,
I feel, years are dropping below the line,
Going backwards, high slope decline.
Poems and whispers inside of my mind,
Burning all ashes from suffering side.
Mercy me, baby, say something good,
It`s lent, words don`t sin, so, I hope you would.