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.
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
