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?
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
I've loved you since I met you,
Though there's nothing I can do.
You've hurt my f
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
