Ianne de Angel

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

The Mirrors Here - Poem by Ianne de Angel

The mirrors here
They reflect my deep desire...
And what it aspire...
The mirrors are tears
The desire is rape, fears
But it always mirror...

Is that my wish today is you
Your smile, hot for a while
Same do not knowing if you do it too
I'm like a child, getting wild

The mirrors here
Are a glass cover
Making me over...
The mirrors are tears
The cover is cold, years
What makes me excited...

Is that my wish today is you
Your wisdom, your freedom
I trust in moon
I want to listen the flute, true

Don't run, I can't
The sun tears can hurt deep
Without I feel very weak
I know I'll never stand
Stay, Give me fondling
The moon trust in the power from lovers
So we could keep us touching
So, trusting, we could be under covers

The mirrors here
They reflect my deep desire...
And what it aspire...
The mirrors are tears
The desire is rape, fears
But it always mirror...


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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 6, 2009



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