. . . Secrets and mysteries of a wrong written poem ,

You are feeling different because you keep a secret along with you
No one knows about it - just you and your desires
It hurts you - and you know it - but you don't want to change it
just because it makes you happy
You don't care about the pain that it causes - you want to be beautiful.
The mirror looks at you - he knows about your secret
You are not the only one, you are one of the million girls that already live it.
Stereotypes wrong made by a mystery society
that takes away the desires to get dressed
It always fools you at launch time

You do like those eyes that cry invisibles to the real human love

A secret you keep hidden in a story about death
That causes nothing else than lies and mistakes
With the sunset as your best friend you feel like crying
that wrong written poem that you have leaved impressed in your favorite place.
Cowardicies of a woman that lonely she feels
And that is looking forward to be loved
Not because she keeps a secret with her, but for being who she truly is

Sorrow translated into into loneliness
for knowing that here you are
and everyone is out there

You have a secret that claims:
I wanna die
I wanna disappear

. . I have a secret that simply says .. "stop looking at me please at least for today"

April And Autumn in Grey * -

The place where you was looking for the senseless essence
It was nothing else than a spoiled dream
Because the truth reason for which
You was standing as you were the right way to heaven
It was to teach me your wretched perfection
You just wanted to remind me the impurity of my heart.
That is your dammed labor.

I am not skin enough to love you
And I am stupid enough to scared you
Blind to the wish of getting away of this illogical reality
Deaf to my yelling just asking for help
Defective and deluded I am
Lonely and irrational I am

I ask God to die drowned by a strange sigh
And to make my tears stop streaming down my face
I am asking destiny to guide me to that magical place
Where peace I would be able to find
And to flight with the wandering souls through the mystic land of eternal happiness
Singing my favorite melody until reaching the sky.

Please tell me, April of my heart that so brave you are
Where is my soul going to go although such precocious end?
Tell me , lovely life of mine , Grey and dark
Why do you punish me with eternal rains?
Tell me my dull autumn full of red leafs
What I am waiting for to go back to my past?
Tell me beautiful death
How do you look like?

Tell me my betrayer walker
What can I do to make you love me just as I am
Defective and Impure
Uncertain and unhappy?