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?
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
There Is Always Hope In Friendship
It was a day in the life
Full of sadness and strife.
You never thought you'd make
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
