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.
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
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The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
