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.
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
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The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
