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?
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
The first time we ever met
Your name was all I knew
But as we got to know each ot
If you take me,
Take me for who I am.
If you love me,
Accept me with all
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<As long as the birds are singing,
As long as the fish can swim,
As long as the su
The past you cannot forget or undo
The future is all we can look forward to.
&nbs
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
