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?
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
When you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
Friends indeed,
Together we will succeed.
Our dreams will come true,
Fore
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
Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,
Decisions to make but can't decide.
Hurt f
From the day that I first knew you,
Your heart was pure and kind;
Your smile was
I don't go to sleep at night
because you haunt my dreams,
and waking up to find y
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
