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?
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
You're so special - more than you know and more than I show.
You're my soul mate, you're
I Never Knew I Would Love You Like I Do
I never knew that I would love someone the way I love you.
You have opened the door to a
Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
But by the Creator, who has your best interes
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
