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?
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
<Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?
You poison me with your eyes,
Your lips curving, drawing me in.
How can you trust
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Just for today,
Can we forget about race,
Colour, religion
When your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your h
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
Relationships are like lemons,
sour but sometimes sweet,
a kiss is like a cherry,
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
