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?
I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
and didn't think my wish would get too far.
You say you're afraid of being alone.
You can't do a thing on your own.
You don't
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was fo
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
