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?
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
The first time we ever met
Your name was all I knew
But as we got to know each ot
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
