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?
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was fo
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
More beautiful
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
