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?
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
But by the Creator, who has your best interes
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
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