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.
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
