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?
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
