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 know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
