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?
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
When you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
