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?
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little fr
No matter what happens in my life,
Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,
Whatever befalls
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
