Poem

Why is this is uncalled for? Will it change his mind? Will I find out? I would like to know, but it will be to late. 3 minutes is all that I'll have to stay on her mind. As the shadows dance on the wallpaper I get confused. Not that I care, but all I see is nothing. It is brief but unavoidable I tried so hard to take deep breaths but it just didn't work out so well. I was in weak shape but then you came along I had to remember that it won't take long. I used them in a way that was uncalled for. I was told that it was going to be a shameful thing to try and hide. I got over things slowly. In my mind they still seemed realistic and I guess they still cling to my skin. Last night seemed like such a blur I am unable to remember what order things happened in. I tried to think things through but that just hurt my head. Snow nips and my nose, cold air makes my lungs begin to panic. To many things happen when in such a silent setting. My bones begin to break and my legs begin to shake. I want to be warm and comfortable but this weather won't work for me this is how I miscalculation my thoughts.