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.
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
