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 love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
It's that look in your eye.
It's the smile on your face
That makes time slip by,<
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it's not over until the moment you qui
That's not my age; it's just not true.
My heart is young; the time just flew.
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
