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?
My Love I'll Go Anywhere With You
Let's run away.
I don't care where.
It doesn't matter,
As long as you're
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,
Decisions to make but can't decide.
Hurt f
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
