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?
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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Relationships are like lemons,
sour but sometimes sweet,
a kiss is like a cherry,
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
<When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
