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.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
There Is Always Hope In Friendship
It was a day in the life
Full of sadness and strife.
You never thought you'd make
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
