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.
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
