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?
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
Listen to my heart as it screams your name.
Look into my eyes as you fix the pain.
<Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
Life is not just waking up one morning and saying, "Ok, I want this to happen."
It's abou
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
I thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
