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?
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
We have been friends for not so long
We've learned to trust and shared a song
We
