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 see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
