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.
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
Y
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
