“And she has a deep soul that others fear to dive in.”

Her eyes made me feel better.

I’m a poet, a sad poet, who wrote about her, always and forever.

The quiet hearts speaks the loudest prayer, hoping someone would hear.

Some of the magical moments in our life are from the smallest moments.

There were things that he wanted to write on paper, about everything he couldn’t tell her.

Sometimes, we express our words through writing, even though it needs to be spoken.

Losing her was plenty.

No matter what I do I’m still not the best writer for you.

I still see you in my dreams, teasing my feelings and damaging my heart.

You’re rare, which some people don’t care, but I do.

The words that appeared from my Ink where that could describe my love for you.

As my heart began to melt this is what your Emerald eyes do to me.

This time I’ll be better for myself, at least for myself.

I love you but your eyes didn’t see my worth

You’ll heal after this painful chapter.

I hope you could see how blind people see the world with their imaginations.

Next time they are cruel to you, listen carefully, and if you listen you will hear their pain and just like that see their heart.

Whatever is on your plate got there because you said yes to it.

The Christian with depth is the person who has failed and who has learned to live with it.

My dear Jesus, my Savior, is so deeply written in my heart, that I feel confident, that if my heart were to be cut open and chopped to pieces, the name of Jesus would be found written on every piece.

Man is not what he thinks he is, but what he thinks, he is.

It is impossible to love deeply without sacrifice.

Delve deeper into your dreams to capture the visualized, yet unseen.

Maybe an image is worth 1000 words, but some words are worth 10,000 tears.