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 messed up today, not something I wanted to do.
I ruined a relationship by going off on
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
It's getting cold and I'm getting lonely
Wishing someone would sit down and hold me
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
More beautiful
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
