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?
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
