Deceiving Mirrors

Any day any week, I don´t care
wake up, sleepy feelings
deceiving mirrors in the ceiling
and sickly changing speakings
a returning noisy call
too filled up exploting balloons

Our photo in a crooked frame
wishing someone breaks the spell
of spiderwebs and dirty hand stamps
Young happy smiles twist into this
the reflection of deceiving mirrors
We are just images in the air

Undeveloped photographs
Everything streches,breaks and grows
Limbs and bones far away
Squeezed off tears rags
and nobody told us
of those deceiving mirrors

Won´t you save me
Won´t you take me
to your lonely special place
come and hunt loneliness for me
Won´t you save me
Won´t you take me
to your fading star
come and hunt myself away

 

This is a really good work, I think you injected some extremely good images into it, and the sounds made by the syllables just feel right for the subject. The questions at the end make an interesting point about how life can be so confusing and strange... deceptive. Very well composed!
jaguey

 

[center:e7952d498e]I like this poem,
I think it's interesting and well structured.
:wink: Take care...[/center:e7952d498e]

 

Thanks both of you Jaguey and Mariposita for your critics!