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 I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little fr
I wish I could run away, I wish I could hide
From all the pain he has caused me inside.
You told me not to fart mom,
so I didn't eat the beans.
You told me it would smel
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is
We have been friends for not so long
We've learned to trust and shared a song
We
You gave me light
In my darkest of days.
You showed me, love
In so many w
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
There once was this girl.
She had the most beautiful face.
Her eyes shone like di
