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 have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
