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've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
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Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
