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?
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?
You poison me with your eyes,
Your lips curving, drawing me in.
How can you trust
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
