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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