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?
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,
Decisions to make but can't decide.
Hurt f
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
I Can Do Anything For You My Love
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
