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.
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
