In my poems we made memories.
RAMESESIn my poems we made memories.
RAMESESI hope you could see how blind people see the world with their imaginations.
RAMESESShe is still healing in a quiet way.
RAMESESIf any one dares today I am in pain.
RAMESESYou’re rare, which some people don’t care, but I do.
RAMESESThere were things that he wanted to write on paper, about everything he couldn’t tell her.
RAMESESIn life, we’re all experiencing similar things in different places and points in time.
RAMESESI still see you in my dreams, teasing my feelings and damaging my heart.
RAMESESIt’s good to be loved without being left Behind.
RAMESESBooks and poetries. These are things I have always loved to write and share with you.
RAMESESI’m a poet, a sad poet, who wrote about her, always and forever.
RAMESESThis time I’ll be better for myself, at least for myself.
RAMESESIn his eyes she was both poetry and prose.
RAMESESAs my heart began to melt this is what your Emerald eyes do to me.
RAMESESShe was just my kind of poetry.
RAMESESLosing her was plenty.
RAMESES