Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My praises aren't just given, they are earned.
Mistakes don't just happen, they are learned.
My pen may cut like a knife, but in the end,
Only you can make yourself my friend.
So as I write, carving out my craft,
You may feel cold and it is my words that bring the draft.
Please keep in mind it is not my intention to harm.
I don't want you to sound the alarm.
Perhaps it is my concern for you that keeps us all afloat,
On peaceful waters in a leaking boat.
You are mine till the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
