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 best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
Listen to my heart as it screams your name.
Look into my eyes as you fix the pain.
<My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little fr
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
