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
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
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'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
