and another poem..again:)

Take the hold of my hand,
move me into the past when I was different,
change my present, future this way,
don`t bother about those words i`ll say.
Cold whisper in my ear,
sounds also in my tears,
accomplish my second birth,
`cause I didn`t born right at the first.
Be alert to my hidden real I,
I`ve never seen it, maybe it died.
Annihilate the sorrow deep in my heart,
carefully, we`ve never been apart.
Pass the final test od thousand truths,
but in the end I won`t trust you anyway.
Deal with my foolishness and stay,
and if you leave, it`ll be too late to pray.