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?
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
It's the touch that gives you comfort.
It's the touch that makes you feel.
It's s
Missing A Friend When I'm Locked Up
Another month has come,
But you're still so far away.
You're always in my heart
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
