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.
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
You are mine till the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
