Wounds

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Maybe her wounds are too deep to heal,
Emotions taped in , that weren't meant to feel.
The dark side of the moon,
She always thinks about the end so soon.

Each time he holds her in his arms,
His heart speaks a little in slight torn,
The sensation he gives her body goes off like alarms,
Her heart constantly preparing to mourn.

The end of lovers and friends,
One hates the thought to start over again.
Fighting to keep things right and transcend,
The electric lines of their feelings been began.

Each day goes by,
Her care for him goes deeper,
He tries not to make her cry,
He knows she's a keeper.

A silent promise amongst two beings,
Ups and downs like waves,
The love journey of sight seeings,
Unknown territory of what the road paves.

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