Her eyes made me feel better.
RAMESESHer eyes made me feel better.
RAMESESNo matter what I do I’m still not the best writer for you.
RAMESESBut heart break reminds me that I forgot how it felt to be in love.
RAMESESIn his eyes, she was both poetry and literature.
RAMESESJust like the moon and stars she was made of such wonder.
RAMESESThere were things that he wanted to write on paper, about everything he couldn’t tell her.
RAMESESShe was just my kind of poetry.
RAMESESAnd she has a deep soul that others fear to dive in.
RAMESESBooks and poetries. These are things I have always loved to write and share with you.
RAMESESSometimes, we express our words through writing, even though it needs to be spoken.
RAMESESShe, three single lettered word yet still, my heart’s deepest wound.
RAMESESShe is still healing in a quiet way.
RAMESESThe words that appeared from my Ink where that could describe my love for you.
RAMESESI still write poems about you, when I know you never write about me.
RAMESESYou’re rare, which some people don’t care, but I do.
RAMESESIn my poems we made memories.
RAMESES