Poems from ETamez

They say the best thing about memories is making them, but they forget to mention, the worst thing about momories is having to forgetting...
He laid her in bed and swept up her legs, pulling her into his clutch. The smell of his skin lingered onto her everything. His arms...
Her eyes seemed renewed, as if that final tear had cleansed her. ~ET
You are my purist love An angel sent from above A guardian of the sea You were the sweetest blessing sent to me A truest friend forever to...