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Softly

Updated: Jul 16, 2025

By Aatmaja Agrawal


to be known is my biggest fear

but it’s an honour if it’s you

cause if there’s someone I’m sure I love it is you 

and I may be the fool I always thought I knew I was

but just this once I’ll let experience go 

softly I fell, then all at once 

it’s a true remark for your charm unparalleled 

sharply until I came undone 

you pulled my heart into your hand. 

and I’ve served my soul on a platter 

I know you love the sweetness of it all

do you hear the bitterness of my laugh 

sometimes when you smile

I’ve been thinking why I make so hard for people to love me

then in baffling insight 

I came to see the truth in front of me

to be loved is my biggest fear but it’s an honour if it’s you

and though you may not think of me at all

I know I belong with you

softly I fell 

did you fall at all?

I’m asking because it might be too good to be true

I might just be making a mistake I wish I’d learnt sooner from. 

I thought of you so highly 

you barely thought of me

in a flash of vulnerability 

you comforted me 

like peace in war, I sought for you

I swore I wouldn’t let another break my heart 

but it’s an honour if it’s you 

softly I fell then all at once 

think I’ll stay in bed another night and indulge 

in childish fantasies where you sit and wonder why I think you could never love me. 

sharply until I come undone 

you’ll meet my gaze 

warm like the earth 

I’ll be buried in by feeling your touch 

I’ll meet you when I touch the sun.

By Aatmaja Agrawal




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