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 don't have a controller,
And I don't have a screen,
I don't need to be plugged
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat ch
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
But by the Creator, who has your best interes
To love another with all of your heart
Can be seen as a work of art.
