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 wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
The Hardest Thing I'll Ever Do
The hardest thing I'll ever do
Is let go of you
And look forward instead of back
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
I've loved you since I met you,
Though there's nothing I can do.
You've hurt my f
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
Not a day goes by
that I don't wish you knew how much I love you.
Not a day goes
