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.
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
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Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
