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
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
Y
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I
