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.
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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