I’d rather write than speak My pen is always responsive My ink doesn’t judge my mistakes My paper doesn’t argue My lines never cross me My sentences never disappoint And my words will never leave me
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.