Ianne de Angel

Rookie (30-06-1995 / São Paulo, Brazil)

Angels Paint Colored By Red - Poem by Ianne de Angel

In my dream
The red roses was destroying the ice
The families was celebrating twice
The cristimas mean

In my dream
There wasn't people crying
All of them were trying
To get back the cristimas mean

Imagination, pure imagination,
You can't imagine what trouble you got
Because when I woke up a let a teardrop
Because it doesn't happen in all situation

Always has someone crying of cold
Always has someone hurting by gold
Always has a innoscent girl deflored
So the angels paint is always colored
By the same red...
The blood's red...

In my dream
Everything seemed so pure
The happyness I was in sure
We had the cristimas mean

In my dream
Children and lions were beside
To the hopeness we hadn't guide
Because we got the cristimas mean

Imagination, pure imagination
Who would deny your just dreaming?
Who would wish someone crying?
But unfortunally it hapenns in all situation

Always has someone without home
Always has someone playing a sad song
Always has a man excited and a girl deflored
(Why, just why?)
So the angels paint is always colored
By the same...

Red.


Comments about Angels Paint Colored By Red by Ianne de Angel

  • Rookie Afzal Shauq (10/9/2009 2:12:00 PM)

    Always has someone without home
    Always has someone playing a sad song
    Always has a man excited and a girl deflored
    (Why, just why?)
    So the angels paint is always colored
    By the same...

    a very sweet poem withmeaningful idea..like it 10/10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 6, 2009



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