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.
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
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I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
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Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
