Which Part of you to Take

You are the wind that blows on my shoulder

Sun that shines on my face,

A part that went missing in a puzzle

That suddenly found its place.

The aftermath of a terrible wreck

Where not a single person was hurt.

The moon in a beautiful sky

A delicious homemade dessert.

Freeing as the scent of lust

When someone takes the core.

Being called the crux of redemption

When you know you are the whore.

Having fallen out of your graces

I shudder at the thought,

Thinking I am what I was

Forgetting what I’m not.

Delirious is a woman that cares

When this much is at stake.

Today I don’t know what to leave you

And which part I should take.

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