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?
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was fo
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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