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

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.

She was just my kind of poetry.

You’re always welcome if you find someone better than me.

She built walls to protect herself from intruders who made her feel unworthy.

Many people can write, but only the rare can understand the pain behind your unwritten emotions.

I still write poems about you, when I know you never write about me.

I wrote many poems about her and held her so close to my heart that she did not even knew a place there.

The most momentous thing in human life is the art of winning the soul to good or evil.

By taking responsibility for how you choose to respond to anything or anyone, you’re aligning yourself with the beautiful dance of life.

Put your phone down & held your head up long enough to discover the beauty of life.

There is no life to be found in violence. Every act of violence brings us closer to death.

Get ready to drop a few things to create a bigger, better, free life. ⁣

This life is your responsibility. Don’t expect anyone else to help you for no reason. 

Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.

Everyone you meet teaches you something; even if they come bearing pain.