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?
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
My love for you is unconditional and enduring.
To you, I promise to always be reassuring.
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
I like to blaze new trails
on the road to nowhere.
On a journey through time,
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
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