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?
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
I wish I could run away, I wish I could hide
From all the pain he has caused me inside.
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
I'll be with you as long as you want me to,
Until the end of time.
The day I met
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
