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?
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
