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?
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
When your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your h
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
No matter what happens in my life,
Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,
Whatever befalls
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
If you take me,
Take me for who I am.
If you love me,
Accept me with all
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
