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.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
