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?
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
I feel so heavy, really tired of what
I'm carrying right now.
I wanted to howl an
