i feel like we have already meet in a dream or in real life
like these dreams are more powerful than we can explain
i feel like i know u and we have ran into each other before
and crossed roads with all our stories
we have people we can relate to in some way or another
we connected in a way un explianable
a way we both dont know how to say we met
i feel like we have a storie or two we havent yet exchange like there is still alight that needs to be turned on
one day those stories will come out all our lies and all our secretes
all our hurts and all our happy times we've seen this day for ever
but who would have thought i would actually get to meet the person behind the mask behind the screen behind the mirror
tell me is this how i really feel or is it a dream
cause this is how i feel
well amanda i like looking behind mirrors, but never found anything i found everthing else by looking at the mirror, but make sure you never break one it could bring you bad luck Warm regards AJS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like this a lot, but I am really not sure exactly why. I think it just seems really wistful, and 'fatal'. I will make sure I read some more of your work when I get chance. Jon.