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 wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
No one truly knows or understands;
You have my heart in your hands.
My love is wh
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
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The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for