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?
From the day that I first knew you,
Your heart was pure and kind;
Your smile was
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
It's the touch that gives you comfort.
It's the touch that makes you feel.
It's s
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
