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 you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
As long as the birds are singing,
As long as the fish can swim,
As long as the su
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
