I know this girl....
we'll call her ayane
and shes not sure what it is
she cant see it.....yet.....
she knows theres something there
bcuz she can feel it.....
is it hiding? ?
or does it not exist
is this something she thinks is here? ?
That name.....that shape
its everywhere she goes
she loves it.....& them
but what does it mean? ?
the faces she hasnt seen
the things that she believes
its.....its all taring her apart
like.....a little paper angel
or a butterfly's wings
the songs she sings.....
they arent really helping
That day....her day.....
when will it come
when she'll see that one
shes been waiting for
those people she cant seem
to get out of her mind
why.....
shes not even sure how to
or why they wont leave
if they wont make her better.....forever
is how she wants things
to be together
This is the view.....her view
of where things are
but if this isnt right
then she must be blinded
by an invisible love
~IP23
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Iron panda you nailed this piece