My grandpa Words he gave To me once upon a full moon “Son” he said “When you go into this life” “Remember, that love is a language “ “So find, my son, find someone” “Who speaks your language “ “So you don’t have to translate your soul” Hmmm.
A friend of mine told me I write when I’m sad She said it is as if I am in pain And I said when I write it rains When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark And when I stop The birds of the sky sings Coming out to play as the sun is out
Some days I wander, Others I don’t. Some days I wonder, Others I haunt, Me. Still, some days I wander, Others I swirl. Some days I wonder, Others I curl, Inside, And hide, From me.