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?
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
I don't have a controller,
And I don't have a screen,
I don't need to be plugged
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Not a day goes by
that I don't wish you knew how much I love you.
Not a day goes
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
