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.
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
You used me.
I thought you were the key,
But the truth is that you used me,
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
