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 don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
I messed up today, not something I wanted to do.
I ruined a relationship by going off on
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember
