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.
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
