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?
Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
Naught
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it's not over until the moment you qui
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
