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?
I Can Do Anything For You My Love
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
Look not back on yesterday
or what you have left behind.
For only today is yours
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
