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.
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
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I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
