segunda-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2009

Through the Looking Glass

This body I see
Is not mine.
These eyes I glance,
I don’t know
What lies beneath them.

This feeling of belonging
Is not my own.
I don’t belong here!

I’ve been replaced
For another version of me.

A happy me.
A lovable me.
A real me.

But oh no!
I don’t want that.
I want to be there,
In the real world.

On the other side
Of the mirror.

I wanna be with you.
I wanna be the one for you.


Cátia Ribeiro

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