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?
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
I feel so heavy, really tired of what
I'm carrying right now.
I wanted to howl an
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I don't go to sleep at night
because you haunt my dreams,
and waking up to find y
