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.
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
