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?
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
I Never Knew I Would Love You Like I Do
I never knew that I would love someone the way I love you.
You have opened the door to a
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
It's getting cold and I'm getting lonely
Wishing someone would sit down and hold me
