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.
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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I like to blaze new trails
on the road to nowhere.
On a journey through time,
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
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my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
