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?
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
My Love I'll Go Anywhere With You
Let's run away.
I don't care where.
It doesn't matter,
As long as you're
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
I messed up today, not something I wanted to do.
I ruined a relationship by going off on
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
