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 came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
