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?
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To
Relationships are like lemons,
sour but sometimes sweet,
a kiss is like a cherry,
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
