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 Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
