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?
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their sile
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
Missing A Friend When I'm Locked Up
Another month has come,
But you're still so far away.
You're always in my heart
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
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
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
When The World Turned Upside Down
The day when the world
turned upside down:
when a frown became a smile
an
