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.
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
No one truly knows or understands;
You have my heart in your hands.
My love is wh
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
