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?
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
The worst pain known to me
Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,
To love
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
Fueling your faith
In what you've got within...
In your God-given gift,
I
Listen to my heart as it screams your name.
Look into my eyes as you fix the pain.
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