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?
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
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Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their sile
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
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
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
