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?
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
Ever since
I laid eyes on you,
I knew for a fact
This was a dream come tr
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
N
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
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