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 see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
You are mine till the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
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