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?
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
The worst pain known to me
Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,
To love
I'll be with you as long as you want me to,
Until the end of time.
The day I met
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
When your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your h
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, A
