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?
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
