A Float...


Posted on 1st Dec 2020 04:27 pm by rohit kumar

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.

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You're the one for me

'cause you were made just for me.

Now I'm standing in front

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You came into my life so quick

A beautiful friendship happened in a wink

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You can take me on a holiday

but I prefer to sit at home

you can buy me chocolate

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Friendship is like life.

It goes away,

And comes again.

 

Fr

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but on my face there is no smile; instead, t

My Lonely Show

A little bit angry through the years,

A whole lot lonely through my tears.

A wond

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Look at the stars tonight

As we see the same light

And in that moment

It

Everyone Is Searching

Everyone is searching

for the missing piece in life.

The key to unlock the door

This Is Your Time

This is your time

to no longer be who you were,

to rise from the embers,

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What is love?

Love is a dangerous thing,

But once you find the one,

It al

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