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?
This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
Naught
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glass
My love for you is uncontrollable.
My feelings for you are unstoppable.
Can't go
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
