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?
When you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
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Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
I messed up today, not something I wanted to do.
I ruined a relationship by going off on
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
But by the Creator, who has your best interes
