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.
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
