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 light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
There Is Always Hope In Friendship
It was a day in the life
Full of sadness and strife.
You never thought you'd make
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
