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 bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
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