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?
You gave me light
In my darkest of days.
You showed me, love
In so many w
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
I Never Knew I Would Love You Like I Do
I never knew that I would love someone the way I love you.
You have opened the door to a
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat ch
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
