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?
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Relationships are like lemons,
sour but sometimes sweet,
a kiss is like a cherry,
Not a day goes by
that I don't wish you knew how much I love you.
Not a day goes
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
The first time we ever met
Your name was all I knew
But as we got to know each ot
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
