Fallen Woman

you know what I am able to do
I take a guess about you
you say “everyone has feelings for you”
don’t clarify that means anything to you

why do people trust you?
I’ve always wondered “what you do”
you put your love in every word
you hate the pain, forgetting your loss

you could be an angel from my dream
you could be salvation from my fears
you want to save the best for last
you never cared about your past

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Preeti
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I especially loved the lines ‘you put your love in every word
you hate the pain, forgetting your loss’

It’s so hard to do that – to forget one’s pain and spread love! Moved me.

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