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?
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
Look not back on yesterday
or what you have left behind.
For only today is yours
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
Some will shrug,
<No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
