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.
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
Y
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
