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.
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
