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?
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
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
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little fr
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
