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?
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
We have something that holds us together,
Something that made us both better,
Som
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
