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.
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
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A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
