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.
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
You used me.
I thought you were the key,
But the truth is that you used me,
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
