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 areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
My Love I'll Go Anywhere With You
Let's run away.
I don't care where.
It doesn't matter,
As long as you're
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
