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?
I thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
There once was this girl.
She had the most beautiful face.
Her eyes shone like di
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Always and forever is so far away,
But know I'll stand by you for every last day,
I messed up today, not something I wanted to do.
I ruined a relationship by going off on
