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?
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
You entered the room and my heart skipped a beat
I knew in an instant we were destined to
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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