Heartbreak ~Srimoyee Dutta He's almost perfect, but one thing's not right, He doesn't talk, and it makes me fight. It hurt me so, that silent, empty space, But still, I loved him, with a loving grace. I left him then, to find a calmer place, But now I'm sad, with tears upon my face. To hurt his heart, I hurt my own much more, And now I'm lost- like I've never felt before. I wish he knew my love will never end, That even now, my heart's his truest friend. Each lonely hour, I cry and softly say, "I miss our time, those happy, perfect days." He is my heart, my everything I need, A constant ache, a lonely, painful deed. I'll keep him safe, inside my memory's hold, Even though our story will never unfold. His name is written deep inside my heart, And I am his, right from the very start. If not with him, I will sit alone and wait, A broken toy, left by a closing gate. A silent wish, a love that w...