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.
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
You used me.
I thought you were the key,
But the truth is that you used me,
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
