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.
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
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Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
