We are looking at the mirror
The reflection in the mirror is looking at us.
Your dark skin and my blonde hair're creating a nice contrast.
We're standing, my knees 're shaking
I am getting the wind of woody amber from the brown cardigan that you're wearing
That is us in the mirror in a marvellous way
All my doubts're turning into gray.
Your white t-shirt is matching with mine
Your dark skin and
my blonde hair're making love.
But our bodies're never touching
Our souls're now intertwined.
I am a bird caged in your smile
All of a sudden all the lights go out
The picture of us is now black and white I am a pearl necklace on your neck
But you've taken it off now I' m a wreck
The mirror has just fallen into place
The picture of us has been lost in the grave.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
IT ALL STARTED AT 8 P.M
PoesiaAfter 5 years of waiting In August 1999, at 8 pm, 9 calandestine meetings because nobody should have known.Just like cats have nine lives we had 9 chances to lose. "At first I kept as a secret the man in brown cardigan Now everybody knows Puncline...
