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.
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
