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.
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
