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.
Look at the stars tonight
As we see the same light
And in that moment
It
The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
