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?
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
Relationships are like lemons,
sour but sometimes sweet,
a kiss is like a cherry,
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
