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?
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
We have something that holds us together,
Something that made us both better,
Som
Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,
Decisions to make but can't decide.
Hurt f
From the day I met you,
I never knew our love would be so pure and true.
Every ti
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
