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.
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
