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?
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
I feel so heavy, really tired of what
I'm carrying right now.
I wanted to howl an
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
To love another with all of your heart
Can be seen as a work of art.
