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're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
You are mine till the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
Young, carefree, innocent,
You sing, laugh, and dance,
Taking in all Gods' glory<
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
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When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
