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?
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
Young, carefree, innocent,
You sing, laugh, and dance,
Taking in all Gods' glory<
You told me not to fart mom,
so I didn't eat the beans.
You told me it would smel
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
