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
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
You told me not to fart mom,
so I didn't eat the beans.
You told me it would smel
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
You're so special - more than you know and more than I show.
You're my soul mate, you're
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
and didn't think my wish would get too far.
