She was just my kind of poetry.
RAMESESShe was just my kind of poetry.
RAMESESI hope you could see how blind people see the world with their imaginations.
RAMESESYou’ll heal after this painful chapter.
RAMESESShe, three single lettered word yet still, my heart’s deepest wound.
RAMESESIn life, we’re all experiencing similar things in different places and points in time.
RAMESESThere were things that he wanted to write on paper, about everything he couldn’t tell her.
RAMESESI wrote many poems about her and held her so close to my heart that she did not even knew a place there.
RAMESESI was quiet, not blind, but very deep inside, I was hurt.
RAMESESThe words that appeared from my Ink where that could describe my love for you.
RAMESESWe forgive people in order to give peace for ourselves.
RAMESESThe quiet hearts speaks the loudest prayer, hoping someone would hear.
RAMESESI love you but your eyes didn’t see my worth
RAMESESPeople are in control of their choices and sad to say we are not chosen.
RAMESESI still see you in my dreams, teasing my feelings and damaging my heart.
RAMESESI still write poems about you, when I know you never write about me.
RAMESESI’m a poet, a sad poet, who wrote about her, always and forever.
RAMESES