Taking the False For the True

Taking the false for the true, I feel like a paper bird… You do not trust me, do you? Is it your right or my fault? I`m waiting for your shot… What is your hue? Are you blue? Shall I drink this stellar dew? Shall I leave or take a pew? I shall decide it myself. I will not give you the clue. It`s my distrust from your shelf. So am I still in your breath? You have made my cold heart melt. My mail address ends with “ru”… We are not false, we are true…