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?
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
You say you're afraid of being alone.
You can't do a thing on your own.
You don't
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
You used me.
I thought you were the key,
But the truth is that you used me,
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glass
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
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
