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?
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
I've loved you since I met you,
Though there's nothing I can do.
You've hurt my f
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
As you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember it's quite true
It's the touch that gives you comfort.
It's the touch that makes you feel.
It's s
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
