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?
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
