You here, what your eyes don't let u see
I smell what my hands won't let me touch.
I breath in, what I can't taste.
You, hide between the lines of life
I stand strong, as I hit the waves.
You run and never look back.
I walk, while holding your bags.
As I stand
As u pout...
you lay your hand
For me to hold.
While, u was running
the love went cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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