I write raw,

    I  write rough,

    but I keep writing about you.

    Because they look beautiful,

    when I read
    them thinking of you…
    See me from those eyes
    again,

    I saw all my world
    in, once;

    Hear me from
    those ears again,

    I
    whispered all my love in,
    once.

    And it’s not just
    me

    Even these words
    turn so beautiful,

    when I
    describe you,

    The
    thoughts always turn
    picturesque,

    when I
    imagine you.

    Stains left,
    each time I write you,
    isn’t of the ink I write,
    It’s your memories
    which I want to, but
    could never write…