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?
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
I messed up today, not something I wanted to do.
I ruined a relationship by going off on
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
We have been friends for not so long
We've learned to trust and shared a song
We
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
No one truly knows or understands;
You have my heart in your hands.
My love is wh
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
