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 feel so heavy, really tired of what
I'm carrying right now.
I wanted to howl an
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
I messed up today, not something I wanted to do.
I ruined a relationship by going off on
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
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
Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,
Decisions to make but can't decide.
Hurt f
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.
Tears
