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 your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your h
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.
Tears
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it's not over until the moment you qui
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
To love another with all of your heart
Can be seen as a work of art.
I Can Do Anything For You My Love
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
From the day I met you,
I never knew our love would be so pure and true.
Every ti
