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 wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
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Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
I've loved you since I met you,
Though there's nothing I can do.
You've hurt my f
