I was quiet, not blind, but very deep inside, I was hurt.
RAMESESI was quiet, not blind, but very deep inside, I was hurt.
RAMESESLosing her was plenty.
RAMESESThe words that appeared from my Ink where that could describe my love for you.
RAMESESPeople are in control of their choices and sad to say we are not chosen.
RAMESESJust like the moon and stars she was made of such wonder.
RAMESESI still write poems about you, when I know you never write about me.
RAMESESBut heart break reminds me that I forgot how it felt to be in love.
RAMESESShe built walls to protect herself from intruders who made her feel unworthy.
RAMESESSometimes, we express our words through writing, even though it needs to be spoken.
RAMESESShe was just my kind of poetry.
RAMESESYou’re rare, which some people don’t care, but I do.
RAMESESShe, three single lettered word yet still, my heart’s deepest wound.
RAMESESSome of the magical moments in our life are from the smallest moments.
RAMESESI wrote many poems about her and held her so close to my heart that she did not even knew a place there.
RAMESESThe quiet hearts speaks the loudest prayer, hoping someone would hear.
RAMESESHer eyes made me feel better.
RAMESES