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 doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
No one truly knows or understands;
You have my heart in your hands.
My love is wh
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
My love for you is unconditional and enduring.
To you, I promise to always be reassuring.
You told me not to fart mom,
so I didn't eat the beans.
You told me it would smel
