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?
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.
Tears
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
It's getting cold and I'm getting lonely
Wishing someone would sit down and hold me
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 wish I could run away, I wish I could hide
From all the pain he has caused me inside.
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
