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.
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
