DON'T MAKE MY DELUSION A VERITY

Don't make my delusion a verity.
Don't know when I've been so low.
Don't know what happened to you.
You've found someone new,
and don't make my delusion a verity.

Don't know,I'll be fine or not,
when you're gone.
Don't know,I may cry all night long,
say it,It isn't true,
and don't make my delusion a verity.

Tell me some calumny,tell me no enigma.
Give me alibis,give me no acumen.
Don't let me feel debilitate,
tell me you love me.
Say anything,but don't bid me farewell.

Didn't know just what i had.
I didn't mean to treat you amiss.
But light of my life now I do.
And don't make my delusion a verity.  

MEMOIR

By enduring laconism,
it apprises everything.
By apprising everything,
it endures silence.
Sometimes,it gives forewarning through eyes,
sometimes,it gives its shoulder to rest upon.
I foresee,I have some affiliation to his avenue,
something strange,some old saga unspoken.
If catechized,they would tell my apologue.

The car carillons are cantillating their tune,
going so pronto in their own mood.
Where's their destination is unknown.
The palanquin bells indicate something,
they adumbrate some conundrums,
if listened with heart,
they will tell you everything asked.

In these tracks ,her reveries walk.
Myriads get lost.
Only some axioms are found.
These alleys are sometimes bondage,
these boulevards decides fate.