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've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
You are mine till the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
