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?
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
When The World Turned Upside Down
The day when the world
turned upside down:
when a frown became a smile
an
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?
You poison me with your eyes,
Your lips curving, drawing me in.
How can you trust
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
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