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 know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
There Is Always Hope In Friendship
It was a day in the life
Full of sadness and strife.
You never thought you'd make
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
