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 the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
You used me.
I thought you were the key,
But the truth is that you used me,
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
From the day I met you,
I never knew our love would be so pure and true.
Every ti
Look at the stars tonight
As we see the same light
And in that moment
It
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
