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.
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
