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 have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
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When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
