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.
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
Y
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
