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 started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
No one truly knows or understands;
You have my heart in your hands.
My love is wh
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
You used me.
I thought you were the key,
But the truth is that you used me,
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
