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?
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
If you take me,
Take me for who I am.
If you love me,
Accept me with all
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Just for today,
Can we forget about race,
Colour, religion
Life is a long-distance journey
With ups and downs,
Twist and turns,
With
Fueling your faith
In what you've got within...
In your God-given gift,
I
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
