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.
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
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I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
​Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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