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?
Just for today,
Can we forget about race,
Colour, religion
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
