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?
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
My heart literally hurts.
My chest is in pain.
Life without you
Will neve
The worst pain known to me
Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,
To love
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
Not a day goes by
that I don't wish you knew how much I love you.
Not a day goes
