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 are mine till the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
