“I’m a poet, a sad poet, who wrote about her, always and forever.”

It’s good to be loved without being left Behind.

There are some things that are meant to have and not just meant to keep.

Books and poetries. These are things I have always loved to write and share with you.

In my poems we made memories.

She, three single lettered word yet still, my heart’s deepest wound.

Her heart is like poetry a modern poetry only understood by some and accepted by few.

She is still healing in a quiet way.

In his eyes she was both poetry and prose.

Her eyes made me feel better.

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.

I don’t believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one’s aspect to the sun.

When I fall in love, it will be forever.

Yesterday is gone forever. Make the most of today and tomorrow if you wish to make up for lost time.

If you don’t get what you want, you suffer; if you get what you don’t want, you suffer; even when you get exactly what you want, you still suffer because you can’t hold on to it forever.

I think it’s the books that you read when you’re young that live with you forever.

Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them.

Good bye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end, but in my heart is the memory and there you will always be.

Beauty beyond thought everywhere, beneath, above, made and being made forever.