My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
But he had hair of gray, and there were wrinkles around the eyes.
I waved. I rubbed the mirror with my sleeve.
No matter what I tried, he simply wouldn't leave.
This can't be me, I thought. I am much more svelte.
Just look at the way the belly hangs over his belt!
I also thought it was very queer.
The hair stopped growing atop his head and was growing out of each ear!
Who was this imposter, and what is he doing there,
this man of age with silver in his hair?
Why is my mirror doing this to me?
Having this old man staring back at me?
A Float...
Pen and paper are my tools
Wish In A Dream
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
One Last Kiss
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
Love Coming..
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
Friendship, Love And Games
You came into my life so quick
Empty Heart
Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,
I Am Worthy
I am worthy. There is nothing
I Couldn't Pretend
Friends indeed,
Why Doesn't He Love Me Back
My eyes meet his,