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?
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
No matter what happens in my life,
Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,
Whatever befalls
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
No one truly knows or understands;
You have my heart in your hands.
My love is wh
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
