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?
Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?
You poison me with your eyes,
Your lips curving, drawing me in.
How can you trust
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
