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?
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.
Tears
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
Always and forever is so far away,
But know I'll stand by you for every last day,
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
