Out of my sight
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.

© roxana