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?
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
Relationships are like lemons,
sour but sometimes sweet,
a kiss is like a cherry,
I wish I could run away, I wish I could hide
From all the pain he has caused me inside.
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
