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.
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
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
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
