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.
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
There Is Always Hope In Friendship
It was a day in the life
Full of sadness and strife.
You never thought you'd make
