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 have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
