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?
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
You entered the room and my heart skipped a beat
I knew in an instant we were destined to
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
