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?
It's that look in your eye.
It's the smile on your face
That makes time slip by,<
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
N
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glass
