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.
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
But by the Creator, who has your best interes
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
