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.
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
