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?
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
