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.
No one truly knows or understands;
You have my heart in your hands.
My love is wh
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
