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?
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their sile
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
Y
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
The first time we ever met
Your name was all I knew
But as we got to know each ot
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
