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?
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their sile
A friend is a person
who has always has your back,
a person
who has faith
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glass
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
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
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
