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'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
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