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?
We have been friends for not so long
We've learned to trust and shared a song
We
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
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The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
More beautiful
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
