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?
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Life is a long-distance journey
With ups and downs,
Twist and turns,
With
Missing A Friend When I'm Locked Up
Another month has come,
But you're still so far away.
You're always in my heart
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
From the day I met you,
I never knew our love would be so pure and true.
Every ti
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
