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?
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
The happiest day of my life
Was when I first laid eyes on you
For you were like a
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
