The mirror
The mirror,
I look into the mirror, in the eyes of a stranger,
Don’t know him, yet fear him, for who he claims to be.
A man he can not be, the stranger in the mirror, because it’s not me, that’s in love with a man like the one in the mirror.
But yet I feel what he feels….that man in the mirror.
And finally have to admit, it’s not he but me, the stranger, the man, the one in love with another man, looking at me in that mirror.
Dylirium
I look into the mirror, in the eyes of a stranger,
Don’t know him, yet fear him, for who he claims to be.
A man he can not be, the stranger in the mirror, because it’s not me, that’s in love with a man like the one in the mirror.
But yet I feel what he feels….that man in the mirror.
And finally have to admit, it’s not he but me, the stranger, the man, the one in love with another man, looking at me in that mirror.
Dylirium
Reacties op dit gedicht
| |•єηηєtjє•|: | Dinsdag, maart 21, 2006 10:03 |
| ahh geweldig.. heel knap!!! veel liefs.. appeltje p.s. bedankt voor je leuke reactie op mijn gedicht ''ongelijkheid''!!:D |
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| Dylirium: | Zaterdag, september 24, 2005 15:00 |
| This is my very first step of coming out!!! On the net feel exposed but free!!! |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 augustus 2005 | ||
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