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?
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?
You poison me with your eyes,
Your lips curving, drawing me in.
How can you trust
