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.
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
