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?
I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
But by the Creator, who has your best interes
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
