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?
Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,
Decisions to make but can't decide.
Hurt f
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it's not over until the moment you qui
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
