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
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
