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 wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
No one truly knows or understands;
You have my heart in your hands.
My love is wh
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
