Category : Poems

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She swims in the deep waves of my eyes, 

I cry daily a sea to get her out of my sight.  
I want her to be safe, but sometimes the fight  Starts and I remember my traumas

 That looked like this in my past.
  My fingers deceived other hand,

 Leaving them free to touch other hands.

  I know a few people but

 I don't remember their pretty faces or skins.
She swam in the deep waves to meet my eyes,

I don't know why our love should be a fight.