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?
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,
Decisions to make but can't decide.
Hurt f
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Over time we've developed something extraordinary,
That will last forever because we're b
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
As I lay here in the dark by your side,
You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
