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.
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
​Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
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
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
