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.
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
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I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
But by the Creator, who has your best interes
​Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
