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?
Over time we've developed something extraordinary,
That will last forever because we're b
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
Life is not just waking up one morning and saying, "Ok, I want this to happen."
It's abou
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
