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 hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
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Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
