A Float...


Posted on 1st Dec 2020 04:27 pm by rohit kumar

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.

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My Love....

From the moment our eyes met,

My soul could never forget.

You handed me your numb

No Such Thing As Happy Endings

The first night they meet

He knew it to be true

This girl who lied before him

Long Lost Friends

To feel that sense of comfort

That you felt in times gone by.

To hug someone with

I'll Be There

I'll be there for you no matter what.

I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba

Just Who You Are Its Important

You've got quite an easy style

with a tender heart to match,

and how you'd wear a

It Feels Like A Lifetime Ago

Feels like a lifetime ago

that I loved like that.

Wanting more

and more a

New Love True Love

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"

Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<

Hurt By You

Why did you have to go?

Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?

Why did you h

Losing The Best Part Of Me

We fight we struggle

We kick and scream

Please let us back in

And wake us

Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings

Never judge the situation by the appearance

But by the Creator, who has your best interes

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