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've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was fo
From the day I met you,
I never knew our love would be so pure and true.
Every ti
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
A rose for every year,
many smiles for every tear
Way more of the first than ever
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
