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.
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
