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.
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
I've loved you since I met you,
Though there's nothing I can do.
You've hurt my f
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
