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?
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
