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.

If a man needs you to believe a lie,
He will often say, "trust me."

If a man needs you to believe the truth,
He will speak it.

The price of being alive
Is coping with the memories of what I nearly
Didn't survive.

I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
blooming
where the scars
used to be.

R.M.

The beauty of
a broken heart
That doesnt need
to be healed

Poetry is not words to write
Or feelings we share by night.
Poetry is a heart singing
While others fight.
A poem is like the sun
It shines from your eyes
And sets in your heart.
Am I right?