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?
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
A rose for every year,
many smiles for every tear
Way more of the first than ever
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
