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 friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
In The Shadow Of Your Warm Love
In the shadow of your warm love
I feel so safe and secure,
And your soft, caring
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
I thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
