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?
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
That's not my age; it's just not true.
My heart is young; the time just flew.
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
