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?
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
My heart literally hurts.
My chest is in pain.
Life without you
Will neve
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
