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.
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
There Is Always Hope In Friendship
It was a day in the life
Full of sadness and strife.
You never thought you'd make
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
