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?
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat ch
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
