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?
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
Friends indeed,
Together we will succeed.
Our dreams will come true,
Fore
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
More beautiful
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
