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 believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
Over time we've developed something extraordinary,
That will last forever because we're b
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
N
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
If you take me,
Take me for who I am.
If you love me,
Accept me with all
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
<My heart literally hurts.
My chest is in pain.
Life without you
Will neve
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
