Unfortunate Woman

I can be a daughter like;
Not an own daughter like;
I can be a sister like;
Not an own sister like;

I can be a friend like;
Not real friends like;
I can be a girlfriend;
Not a lifelong girlfriend like;

I can be a wife like;
But not a real wife like;
I can be a mother like;
But not a birth mother like;

I can be a rich woman like;
But not really rich like;
I can be listening person like;
But not my thoughts heard like;

I can give much love like;
However, none to receive like;
I can be a real empath like;
But not others, to know like;

I can give love like;
But not to receive like;
I can be charming like;
But not to show the deep pain like;

I can be a strong woman like;
But not a weak woman like;
I go on crying alone like;
But no holding somebody like;

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  • Sangavi
  • Being In Love is Being in the second life of the fantasy; I keep myself drunk in poems where I live a life of all the poets;
    Emily Dickinson, ‘Much Madness Is Divinest Sense.’
    Anonymous, ‘Fowls in the Frith.’ This poem, which is around 800 years old, is ambiguous
    Oliver Goldsmith, ‘An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog.’

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