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.