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?
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Don't live in anger, with fear and regrets.
Seek forgiveness and lay your pain to rest.
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
