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?
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
My love for you is unconditional and enduring.
To you, I promise to always be reassuring.
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
But by the Creator, who has your best interes
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Did I tell you I care?
Did I tell you I'm happy
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