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?
Over time we've developed something extraordinary,
That will last forever because we're b
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glass
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
