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?
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
Not a day goes by
that I don't wish you knew how much I love you.
Not a day goes
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
You entered the room and my heart skipped a beat
I knew in an instant we were destined to
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
