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?
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
I messed up today, not something I wanted to do.
I ruined a relationship by going off on
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
