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?
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<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.<
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
and didn't think my wish would get too far.
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
