“I was quiet, not blind, but very deep inside, I was hurt.”

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.

All things will be clear and distinct to the man who does not hurry; haste is blind and improvident.

Two kinds of blindness are easily combined so that those who do not see really appear to see what is not.

Do not take a blind guide.

Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.

Seeing is better than being blind, even when seeing hurts.

There’s none so blind as those who will not listen.

People are so blind to some of the simplest facts in everyday life that they are highly surprised when somebody calls attention to what everybody ought to know.

She stood at the tip of obstacles, but never blind to the light of faith.