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 one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
