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 may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
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
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
