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?
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
<I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
