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?
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I
You're so special - more than you know and more than I show.
You're my soul mate, you're
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
