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?
Life is a long-distance journey
With ups and downs,
Twist and turns,
With
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
